Picante parenting

Stories of extreme parenting techniques have gotten a lot of attention lately. First it was Yale law professor Amy Chua, the so-called Tiger Mother, who bragged in a recent book about depriving her daughters of all things social and calling one child “garbage” for being disrespectful.

Now, it’s the practice of “hot-saucing,” or washing a sassy kid’s mouth out with hot sauce, as a mother of six recently did—and was charged with child abuse.

I imagine some parents, upon hearing this news, might say they wish they had thought of hot sauce. Not I. Not because giving a young child hot sauce might be abusive, but because my child would have loved it.

My son bit into his first jalapeño pepper when he was just eight months old.

My husband and I were having dinner at the coffee table in our tiny first house, when our baby boy crawled over, pulled himself up to the table, grabbed a bit of raw jalapeño and popped it into his mouth. We freaked out. We got ready to call 911 while watching closely for a reaction. He shuddered for a few moments. Then he reached for another pepper, which of course, we grabbed before he ate it. No tears, no hives, no stomach effects, just a desire for more hot pepper.

Ever since, his fondness for all things spicy has only deepened. To this day, he goes into regular withdrawal living 100 miles rom the nearest Chipotle.

It never occurred to me to wash his mouth out with anything, let alone hot sauce. No, Dave’s Insanity triple-X habanero would be a reward. For my boy, punishment would be a mouthful of dark chocolate. No kidding.


Filed under Family and Friends, Food, News

7 responses to “Picante parenting

  1. Marty

    You might say that Joe has a discerning palate.

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  3. Sheree Moyer

    You might say the apple does not fall far from the tree. His dad has a love of all things spicy as I recall.

  4. Thanks for this spicy post. Hot stuff. No, really! ))

  5. Emily

    Our Mom washed my mouth out with soap and to this day I can recall the taste. Yuck!

  6. Emily

    Wish I could say it was a tongue washing singular but I had the experience more than once. I was a slow learner. Our cursing was fairly mild, but heartfelt, so my folks knew when we said, “Shut up face” or “Jerk, jerk” we meant something worse, we just lacked the vocabulary! I have never bought a bar of Ivory soap and I will have to ask my older siblings if they ever used Ivory again as adults.

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