Great Balls of Fire!

A while back, my mom saw this video, and got it into her head that we should do this on our vacation this year:

I said, "No," because I am weak.  But we did go to Salvador Molly's in Portland and order the smaller, three fritter sized portion of the habanero fritters with that death sauce so that she, Dad, and I could try it.

Note the poorly hidden look of fear in my eyes in the picture above.

I only ate one, but I needed an entire pack of Rolaids after that.  And then Dad ate one...

And Mom...

I have to confess, I spent most of the weekend with my parents convinced that I was adopted.  After seeing these pictures, I'm not so sure.