| || fruit, watch, heckle, eleven, "chile" weather.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed!
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
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Between Texas and New Mexico there is a war of words.
Texans say it's "chile". No, "chili", a New Mexican avers!
It can be fun to watch, as they hassle o'er the spelling
Of the fiery fruit that each state finds so compelling!
When they have a cook-off, those with an iron tummy
And asbestos coated mouth, dig in to what is yummy!
Some may come to heckle as the weaklings take a taste
Of the beans and hamburger embedded in that paste!
But for real aficionados, when the heat's turned to eleven
Chile or chili, their flameproof taste-buds are in heaven!
No matter what the weather is, at pepper cook-off time
It's both hot and chilly -- which suits those cooks just fine!
FLN:
Wilbur ~ I'm not sure that "psychosomatic" is the word you want, although I may be missing your point. I suggest the effect you are describing is a positive placebo. I am certified as a hypnotherapist--a strange offshoot of the research I conducted in how actors use a form of self hypnosis--and I practiced it as a side profession for a couple of years. Hypnosis can "cure" people of certain negative habits and "heal" or relieve superficial pains because of its ability to play on suggestibility. This points to the power of belief. Regardless of the physical efficacy of a given procedure, if the client/patient believes in it, its potency is greatly enhanced.
Owen ~ I got a kick out of your chile/chili verses. I can enjoy some fairly hot peppers, but I know I am not a real "fire-eater." I learned my limit one night back in the '60s at a fine upscale restaurant in Juarez. I was eating a delicious plate of chile rellanos, normally a mild dish, when suddenly my throat roared with pain. My eyes ran with tears and every part of my mouth screamed in agony. I actually thought I might die.
I reached instinctively for my water, forgetting that that can't help. Its icy cold only increased the pain. My friends started stuffing bread into me to dilute the burning sensation. It took about a half hour before I was able to talk coherently--and return to a different part of my meal.
The chef came out to apologize. He was using a particular kind of chile and had mistakenly left the spine of the pepper in place. (He comped the meal for me and my two friends.)
~ OMK
Fun poem, Owen--many thanks! My goodness, Ol'Man Keith--you're a hypnotherapist! Who would have guessed! Congratulations! And your chile story is amazing. What a traumatic experience! So glad you survived it okay. Very colorful and cute cartoon. Have a good weekend, everybody
Great poem Owen. OMK I agree. But medical people are the skeptics. I work out with a hypnotist who's adamant about "curing" things like addiction.
Flew through the J's and the Riddle-Solution was obvious if one knows their Geography.
WC
Ps. My son loves his habeneros, has a garden. I can't touch them
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