Friday, October 28, 2011

Perfection, methinks

Take some leftover sauerkraut (as in previously roasted with pork), bagged bread and a healthy squirt of Sriracha sauce. Fold it up and call it lunch.

To use I term I normally detest, that's how I roll.

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Ken Houghton said...

Does everyone in the world except NYers have retail access to Sriracha sauce?

I'm living off the bottles I bought the last time I was in Montreal.

Erin O'Brien said...

I can get it at several locations in CLE, but then again, I am a witch.

alphadog said...

Dunno Ken, but I do know I can get it in Mt Vernon OH, Harrisburg PA, Birmingham AL and Memphis TN.
Slip across the border into PA, no need to smuggle it across international boundaries.

Anonymous said...

"Huy Fong Sriracha (a.k.a rooster sauce), made in the U.S. by an immigrant from Vietnam, is the most popular brand in the U.S."
However it was recently pulled from shelves in Birmingham, AL following exposure by an anonymous blogger known only as "alphadog." Governor Robert Bentley was quoted as saying "We let Huy Fong in here next thing you know they'll be cooking Hungarian food."


alphadog said...

Hah! Pay no attention to the anonymous blogger known only as RJ. Rooster sauce is alive and well and on the shelves of the Fresh Market at 280 and Inverness.
Further, the last time I dined with Gov. Bentley, he asked if the next time I came back down from Yankee land, would I please bring some of that O'Brien girl's lecho. I assured the good doctor that I'd try.

DogsDontPurr said...

I've noticed that Erin likes her stuff hot and salty. Oh yeah...

WV: hydaism
"Hydaism!...that's good stuff!!"

Bill said...

Yeah. The nursing home served something like that today.

Erin O'Brien said...

Hot and salty? Why ... YES!

I started using Arm & Hammer's baking soda/peroxide toothpaste about a year ago. After a while, it made my mouth so sensitive, I couldn't eat my hot stuff.

After I changed toothpaste, it took several weeks for my mouth to get back to normal.

All I can tell you people is that my sauerkraut and sriracha sandwich or the (proper [that is to say NOT mild]) lecho alph is talking about (which, incidentally my mom made countless times for his dad back when they were on the same cocktail party circuit) would have been torture about three months ago.

This is the sort of thing your humble hostess endures behind the scenes--lest anyone think it's all Goat and beer and vinyl go-go boots around here.