True. Back to jokes, though it will be harder to keep away from food jokes in this context. Speaking of which....
South Louisiana has a reputation for spicy foods. Folks coming from other parts of the country are sometimes not ready for what we cook. One day, a family moved to south Louisiana from a northern state because the husband had an engineering degree and got hired & relocated by an oil firm. They were Catholic, so the parish priest invited himself to meet the newest members of his congregation over dinner. At the agreed-upon time, the priest arrived to find that the wife had cooked typical bland northern recipes. He anticipated this and brought out his little spice kit that include a small bottle of some really hot pepper sause, up in the 80,000+ Scoville units range. He sprinkled some on his food. The newcomers didn't know what to do so they added some to the food, too. The mother and father, being adults, managed to control their reactions to what they had done, but their young son was having more trouble. After a few minutes, he asked the priest if he could ask a question.
The priest said, "Of course, my son. What do you want to know?"
The boy asked, "Up north, the priests always talked about hellfire and brimstone and torment. Do you preach like that, too?"
The priest replied, "It is part of my job to teach about the perils of Hell. Why do you ask?"
The boy answered, "Well, the priests up north were always talking about torment, but you are the first one I ever met who carried samples."