Tacos diablos...

“I often quote myself. It adds spice to my conversation.”
-George Bernard Shaw

A shot of our fateful dinner.

Dialogue from dinner tonight...

R: Do you want to go out for mexican or make it here?
J: Make. I've already got the ingredients for our own Cinco de Mayo celebration.

[later]
J: Dinner's ready.
R: Mmmmm... tacos, guacomole, salsa, refried beans.
[J takes a big bite of taco, and it is so spicy it takes away her breath]
J (whispering): DO NOT EAT IT!
[Not heeding directions, R takes a big bite, too]
R: Oh....wow.....

[Sweat pours down their faces as they work their way through the meal. J stops at two bites, but R hurries to try to get both tacos down.]
J (trying to hold back her giggles): I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
R (as he runs to the bedroom to turn the fan on): On The Border is looking better and better.

Needless to say, the dinner ended up in the trash. We never even made it to the tequila shots. Our tummies (and our tongues!) will ache tonight.

The crazy thing is that I've used the same recipe before, needless to say, with much better results.

EDITED TO ADD:
This morning I found the problem. I mixed up the teaspoons and tablespoon, twice! I guess it's official... I'm definitely too tired to cook.