Rooster Egg

Of course, roosters don’t lay eggs.  We’re back to the Rooster (Sriracha) sauce.

Now I don’t want to be too redundant, but when you are vacationing in a remote location, you have to get your hot where you can.  So yesterday’s breakfast was a simple, but delicious combination.  Buttered toast with Sriracha sauce, and an over-easy fried egg on top.  Magically delicious.

Fire Dip

I’m on the island of Molokai (Hawaii).  We’re here for Thanksgiving.  As wonderful as turkey and stuffing are, I find myself craving something spicy after a few days.  Most of my regular spicy foods are not close at hand, but I picked up some Sriracha at the grocery store.  Put some in my spaghetti sauce.  Mixed it with my mashed potatoes and gravy.  But this afternoon we were having chips and dip, when my brother-in-law and I both watched the light-bulb go off in each other’s heads.

16 oz Sour Cream
1 package Hidden Valley Ranch Mix
Sriracha Sauce

Combine your ranch mix with the sour cream per the directions on the ranch mix package.  Mix in as much Sriracha as you like.  Oh, add just a bit more than that.  Enjoy with potato chips or corn chips.  Or on a spoon.

Scary Coffee Story

In a hotel lobby is a cafe with

We Proudly Brew
Starbucks Coffee
posted over the counter.
Medium coffee, bold roast with two shots of espresso, I request.  The little lady behind the counter wears a badge indicating the she is from Nicaragua.  It is clear that English is not her most comfortable tongue.  She makes two shots of espresso, then turns to give me the mini-cup.  “No, no”, I say – two shots in a cup of coffee.  I’d prefer a whole cup filled with espresso, but my financial resources are limited.  The woman nods, picks up a medium sized cup, and indicates by way of motioning to me that she is going to pour the espresso into the larger cup.  Yes, I nod my head.
Then panic sets in…
I see this woman, who moments ago seemed a harmless little old Nicaraguan woman, turn into a monster from my nightmares.  She begins to add HOT WATER to my coffee!  “No, no, no!”, I gasp, as the other guests in the lobby stare at my wild-eyed antics.  They are oblivious to the massacre happening only a few feet away.
We did get it worked out in the end.  Fresh espresso brewed and added to a bold coffee, and the nightmare was ended.  But it sure did get my adrenaline going first thing in the morning.