Did I mention the black pot of steaming hatred?

After a beer and a good cry on the porch, it was time for the peppers to go in.
I used the pampered chef chopper to dice up the peppers, and then I put them into the smaller zip top snack bags, and then put the smaller bags into a larger one for storage in the freezer. That way I had dolable amounts frozen.

I ripped one bag open and tossed it in the pot, then stirred it around to start to thaw it. The big clump started breaking down into smaller ones, and so I tasted it.
After deciding that it wasn't as hot as I wanted it, I put in some more chili powder, and tasted it again.
Not hot enough- needs another bag of peppers.
Stir, stir, stir, taste- not bad, but not warm enough for me- 3rd round of chili powder and let it simmer for a bit.

Now, I don't know if they know the exact degree over Kelvin at which the oils from frozen peppers melts, but it's reached somewhere between time it takes between"not as hot as I wanted it" and "3rd round of chili pepper," because when I opened the lid and put my face down there to smell, I noticed that every pore on my face started to open up. My dumb ass then thought that tasting it again would be a good idea.
As soon as the stuff hit my lips I started tearing up again. The only way I could cry this much would be to watch a tape of Neil O'Donnel throwing the interception against Dallas while in a funeral mass. I took two spoonfuls and then a big glass of water. I took another taste, and holy mother of crap- IT WAS HOTTER!
Some got stuck in the back of my throat and I felt my uvula being cooked, so I started gargling beer, which is fine until some of it went in my nose. Sneeze fest #3 coming right up.
I then through in a pinch of ground clove , a 1/4 teaspoon of rosemary, and the spaghetti and let it simmer. About 15 minutes later I tasted it again, and somehow it seemed hotter still. I said to hell with it and took the stuff off the stove and then put some into containers for people at work. Suckers.

The next morning I got a glass of water, and used the glass that I had the night before, and burned my lips again. No fair! I'm just getting aspirin and a vitamin, no need to burn my lips! Sweet bucket of shit that stuff was hot.

Upon egress, it felt like someone had barbed wire through my pucker ring.