I can be a bit sadomasochistic at times. One of the things sure to bring out these tendencies in me…is hot sauce.
I enjoy spicy foods and hot sauce. My wife is learning but still shakes her head at me when I find myself writhing around on a restaurant floor, rendered nearly blind and incapacitated by high doses of hot Chinese mustard or a wicked blend of hot pepper sauce.
My close friend Dave Lakhani shares this disorder. On one memorable trip to a local burrito joint we stumbled across their “Wall O’ Death”. A small multi-tiered shelf lined with various bottles of liquid pain.
Grinning like village idiots we grabbed every bottle we could find with a skull or stern warning label. We hurried back to the table and began sampling the evil concoctions on tortilla chips while we waited for our food. We were doing fine until we got to one called Da’ Bomb by Original Juan.
Unlike some hot sauces which are just about heat, Da’ Bomb had flavor. Then it hits you. Oh man does it hit you! Both of us grabbed our cokes and started munching chips dry to try to alleviate the pain. Never before have I been so anxious for my entrée to arrive.
So at the first opportunity we purchased some to share with our other friends. It has since been responsible for all sorts of hilarity. We used it as a party joke that resulted in Dave being repeatedly struck and slapped by an adventurous young woman he convinced to try it. We introduced it to our friend Steve who ended up having to sit quietly clutching his chest for half an hour and one unfortunate husband of a co-worker who after consuming about a teaspoon worth of the stuff, ended up being taken home and his wife gave serious consideration to taking him to the emergency room.
The small bottle of Da’ Bomb lasted a long time. That is until my teenaged son got hold of it. He introduced his younger brother to it. I ended up having to use Chloraseptic throat spray to numb his mouth. It later traveled with my son to his Jr. High School, which very nearly earned him a suspension.
Despite all this, I highly recommend Da’ Bomb for my more adventurous readers. A single drop adds a nice flavor and heat to your food, and if you have a macho village idiot, like me in your life, you may want to have a bit of cruel fun.
Several versions are now available to overcome even the most bulletproof palette. I personally prefer the tamer, red “Beyond Insanity” version for it’s initial burst of flavor before it renders you useless.
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