I took a liking to very spicy Chinese food at an early age. Hot to the point that no one else at the table would taste it. As my grandfather would have said, I think I burned my rifles out, because I gradually became immune to the effects of the heat. Even now, years later, my girlfriend hates sharing Indian/Thai/Chinese because she can't stand what I consider a mild spice. In retrospect, it probably wasn't such a good thing for my palate. But boy, it was fun. In terms of foods, one of my favorites this time of year is white chicken chili, rich with spice and beans, and liberally seasoned with hot sauce for an added kick.