Couple years ago, I had this as my work email/instant message avatar for a while, but with John Lennon's head.
I think we've had this discussion, but I'm old enough to remember actually doing this in kindergarten and first grade . . . maybe second grade. You did these drills when you were a young'un too, didn't you? It's the one-eyed viper!
Yep, but because it was a Catholic school, we were separated by gender even then. The girls got to crouch under the desks; the boys had to lie face-down in the aisles. (The rationale being, I suppose, that the Future Mothers of America needed to be protected more than those pesky boys.) Lots of fun trying to keep the boys from peeking under your skirt. Even as kids we knew it was bogus.
*Imagines post-apocalypse Garamet scooping her way out of a roasted boy-carcass like it's charred meatloaf, and shrieking at the red sky in angry defiance*
It's just mustard. The Romans introduced it to Gaul, then the French made it a thang. We just call it Devilled because for centuries we didn't have anything hotter than mustard. Pop some naga chillis on those chicken ova, then ask where your God is.
Yes. Any kind of peppers are better than pickles, which is what most people here use. I dice up candied jalapenos and then garnish with at least one slice on top.