A little somethin’ for Becky, a commenter over on Face of the Cookie yesterday. What is it the kids say? Oh, yes. Suck it.
In the interest of full disclosure… I totally didn’t know this stuff was called “sriracha” until last night. My wife bought it, and I usually just call it “that spicy red shit… no, not the Tapatio. The asian one.” I busted it out last night to add a little more zip to our TJ’s kung pao stir fry and took this picture after I noticed the label.
1 | Aaron B. Hockley
I wonder how many other foods from foreign countries you eat without even knowing the names… I suppose I shouldn’t ask if you know what’s actually in the bottle, eh?
2 | Justin
See, that’s the best way to do it. Better to just enjoy the taste than to question the ingredients. Otherwise you start wondering how “fish sauce” is made or exactly how those oysters got to the Rocky Mountains in the first place…
4 | Justin
Now I have to try to learn how to pronounce “sriracha,” though. See what happens? All this fancy learnin’ just snowballs. Instead of just learning one thing, I have to figure out all sorts of shit. Today it’s sriracha, tomorrow it might be developing a unified field theory.
Was much happier when I was ignor’t.
5 | Sassy
Yeah, I know this comment is way late, but I just had to…
My brother call that stuff “Hot Cock”. Gotta love it.
6 | Justin
That’s so awesome…
Only problem is that I can’t really use it. I just can’t say “Honey, can you bring me some ‘Hot Cock’?”…
Or “God damn it, we’re out of ‘Hot Cock’!”…
Or “This is tasty, but it really needs some ‘Hot Cock’.”…
You get the idea.
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