I remember the first time I ever brought food home for Keren. She wanted snow crab but I got myself pho. I was eating my soup when Keren asked for a bite. If you know me, you know I love my pho. So instead of saying no I added so much Sriracha hot sauce, she surely would not be able to handle it. Once I stirred it up, the soup was as red as Rudolph the red Reindeers nose. I showed Keren the bowl and asked if she'd still like to try it. Being brave, she dipped her spoon in and took a sip. Her face instantly started sweating. She opened her mouth and fire came out. SPICY! She yelled as I ran into my kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed a can of soda. As soon as I gave it to her, she opened it and started chugging as fast as he could. After a couple gulps she spit it out all over my face. I looked at the can and it was actually beer. I ran back in the kitchen and got her a cup of water. Once her mouth wasn't enflamed with spice anymore she gave me the look. She picked up her snow crab leg and smacked me so hard I didn't wake up till the next morning and my pho was cold. I cried. My pho cried with me.