The last time we went out to eat, I chose Dragon Shrimp. The menu said there would be shrimp and broccoli on a bed of rice with a spicy sauce. The waitress asked if I wanted Bleu cheese or ranch dressing to tone it down. I declined, not knowing that I would change my mind in a matter of seconds. I tasted the broccoli first. Yoweeee!! Steam may not have come out of my ears, but tears rolled down my cheeks. The shrimp and rice were fine, even though they had the same sauce. The day was saved with ranch dressing, and I thought no more about it.
The next morning the temperature was cool when we walked, in the low 60’s (15.6C). That’s what it has been much of the summer. I said to John, “I can see my breath.”
Blowing out, he said, “I can’t see mine.”
“I know what it is,” I said. “It’s Dragon Breath!!”