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that's funny.
I have a similar story. My PCP doc is from India. He fancies himself a major league chef, and we've traded meals many times. A few years ago, I gave him some habanero powder to take home and try out. He was unfamiliar with the pepper. I gave him explicit instructions and warnings about it being particularly HOT. I even wrote it on the bag I put it (carefully) in.
So, the next weekend I get a call from him in great distress. The first thing he says, before "Hello, this is...", is "I wouldn't DO THAT to my worst enemy!" I start chuckling cuz I know why he said it. I asked him what the matter was. He tells me that he figured that a dumb Americano has no idea what HOT is, and afterall, India invented chiles and HOT. So he (a vegetarian) sprinkled it liberally on his fried potatoes on Saturday morning. He tasted one bite and thought...."That can't be right. It's not so bad. (It takes a few seconds to 'liberate' the pain sensors.) He takes another, bigger bite...and falls down in pain. He knew about quelling the fire, so he scurried into his kitchen and drank a glass of milk. Then he said "Phooey" (or some Hindu equivalent) and drank the entire carton. That didn't do it. He was getting dizzy...afraid he was going to pass out. His mouth, asophagus, and stomach were aflame! He fell down. He actually thought he was gonna die!
He ate all the yogurt in the house. He drank gallons of water. And about 2 hours later....his a$$ turned into a welding torch. He finally after about 4 hours began to feel normal, though his tongue felt like it was wire-brushed for days after.
Well...I was laughing myself silly over this ethnic-cockiness-turned-torture story. I just happened to have purchased a PDR (Physicians' Desk Reference) that week and still had the big box it comes in. So I went to the local hardware store and bought a fire extinguisher and mailed it to him in the PDR box with a note...."Welcome to American".