When I was younger I had pretty much zero tolerance for spicy foods. Then Kirk came along and he liked spicy foods. I started trying, but I often would make two separate small lasagnas so one could be heavy with chili for him, and one could be edible for me.
My eyes used to water when people around me ate hot wings, now I love them, though not scorching hot.
I’ll sample something and gasp that it’s hot and he’ll say”…mmmmm…a bit of a tingle”.
I’ll eat something and go into a coughing spasm and he will say “A little bit of a kick”
I’ve come a long way…but on the spicy scale I’m still a wimp compared to Kirk.