Two jars of homemade spicy pickles were in the holiday-pak™ from my sister Jane. Wow, do they have a kick. Eat one little slice and it's eye-opening. Two and you run for the fire hose. That's got to be either habañero or Scotch bonnet at the bottom of that jar.
Update: Jane informs me that the peppers in the mix are Trinidad Scorpion. I have no idea what that means.
