Devouring Brimstone

Salutations, witnesses of the forthcoming dark lord. Today, I forgo the accustomed blog topic of sophisticated philosophical pondering in favor of a comparatively simple question. Which do you prefer...? The quaint, subtle burning of molten lead as it perambulates throughout the veins in your body. or the magnificent explosion of hellfire as it enters and fiercely assaults your senses? Of course, I'm referring to your preference as to the level of spice in your meals. ...Why am I inquiring into your tastes in food? How dare you sully your mind with the preposterously foolish notion that I might even consider cooking a meal for one such as yourself!? Now, I order you, as your future dark lord, to demystify the fog that obscures your tastes, out of simple unadulterated curiosity, of course. And make haste, as I have certain, non-food related errands to run, before I perform certain, non-cooking related tasks in order to deliver a surprise gift to a certain, non-you related charlatan who insists upon thwarting my interrogative efforts at every turn!