My adult kids who still live at home have become beer connoisseurs, so it isn't rare I'll find a bottle of some weird brew nestled in with the variety of sauces and condiments in the fridge. The other night, as I was making pot stickers, and grabbed the necessary thing - Sriracha - I also discovered a bottle of Zombie something-or-other beer. Owing to my phone camera crashing three times in a row, and the owner of said bottle of beer coming home from work very late, very tired and having said beer in her sights, the bottle disappeared from this very spot, just as my phone camera decided to function. Sometimes, technology blows.
For the record, Sriracha has become a cultural phenomenon in the last few years. Recently, in the California town where it is produced, there was a fight, of sorts, between the townsfolk and the factory due to the production methods making for a VERY stinky six months. There were rumours the factory would be permanently shut down, which caused a massive run on the sauce, which made it impossible to find. Horrors! My spouse bought two of the large size bottles, hoping this would hold us over for a few months until this issue is resolved.
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