Sunday, February 13, 2011


The ingredients list is unprepossessing: red chillis, garlic, salt, sugar, fish extract, and various kinds of acid.  The kick, on the other hand, posessess my heart just fine.

Lately, I've been putting sriracha on everything. There's not much I can think of that isn't better with a good dollop of the stuff, with the possible exceptions of ice cream and doctoral dissertations.

What's sriracha's secret?  I could pick one ingredient to laud, but really, I think it's about certainty.  You know what you're getting, with sriracha, and you know you're going to get it for as long as it takes you to wolf down your entree and immediately drown the conflagration in your oropharynx with milk.  There's no doubt, no equivocation, no nuance.

Certainty in politics is dangerous.  So is certainly in religion, certainty in science, and a bunch of other certainties.  Much better to get it out of a squeeze bottle.

1 comment:

wombat said...

Bread, goat cheese, sriracha. Snack of the gods.