I’ve loved Siracha for some time now… and having built up a decent tolerance over the years, would consume a pretty decent amount.
It could be the constant mentions in the news, or the Hipster love, but regardless the reason I seemed to have let my supply of the red sauce go dry… for about 6 months.
Last night, my wife surprised me with a new bottle, that I christened on an amazing stir-fry dish we made.
I dove in to the bottle like a madman, getting a look of shock from the in-laws.
It was good. Sometimes, you just don’t realize what you’ve missed.
Waking up this morning I was reminded of one of my favorite side effects of the lava… vividly awesome dreams. I’m talking Ashton Kutcher having me test drive an electric car in a Cannonball Run type of dream.
Ah Siracha, I missed you.
By the way, the car handled awesomely (felt great driving a manual) but I was scared that blasting the air would deplete the battery. Man, it was a vivid dream.