/ck/ - Food & Cooking

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>oh, waitress! *snaps fingers* come hither, my poppet, I've decided on what I shall dine upon today.
>May I have the BEARDY MCBEARDMAN MEGA BEEFY QUADRUPLE BEEF BEER BACON N BOURBON BURGER WITH 3000 MONTH PINK HIMALAYAN SALT CAVE AGED CRUELTY FREE SLAVERY FREE NON GMO FARM TO TABLE CIGAR SMOKED GOUDA
>Oh, and of COURSE! My apologies for not realizing that the hot sauce menu was a subset of the MAIN menu (albeit a separate pamphlet detailing the intricacies of each sauce, as well as pairing suggestions, would be a welcome addition (pass that along to your sauce monger)). I shall sample your in-house BEELZEBUTT'S 7,000,000 SCOVILLE HEMORRHOID HOLOCAUST NUCLEAR ANAL LEAKAGE XXXXXX FECAL FURY SAUCE; and, my sweet, mayhaps a bottle of it to go? Though I am yet to taste it, I am sure that my buddies at the barcade - yes, a portmanteau of 'bar' and 'arcade,' and YES, you can actually DRINK as you PLAY VIDEO GAMES, whatever will they think of next? - will be utterly TICKLED by the label your crew has concocted for that bottle!
*taps glass*
>and another round of your hoppiest IPA, please!

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>Hot Sauce General

>April 12, 2023
>Uncle Ulcer’s Maximum Alert Ghost Pepper Gastrointestinal Genocide, first tasting
>I found the bottle art to be quite clever and humorous, although I could see how one might be shocked by an anthropomorphic chili pepper in a Wehrmacht uniform shoving the nozzle of a flamethrower up a man’s rectum and blasting it with fire - perhaps they could change it to a generic uniform so as not to offend our Semitic friends.
>A local eatery is featuring the sauce on their chicken wing offerings. I took a seat at the bar and ordered a dozen, and a Gutpunch Hopfuck IPA from Motherhumper Brewing (I typically would not get something quite so hoppy to accompany the main course but I was feeling bold this eve). A family with ugh… THREE children was seated in the dining area behind me. I attempted to register my disdain by glaring menacingly over my shoulder at the parents but their attention was focused on their spawn. I politely requested the barmaid reseat me at the end of the bar.
>The plate arrives. A neon orange-reddish sauce glistens on the wings. The scent is rather pungent, it stings the nostrils. I raise my glass and nod to a young lass a few seats away. She rolls her eyes and goes back to staring at her phone. I pick up a drumstick and take a small bite. The taste was… underwhelming. I had expected something more… flavorful from Uncle Ulcer’s, but all I can sense is pure capsaicin. Fire and needles spread throughout my mouth and down my throat, swear begins to bead on my brow. I whip out my pocket square with a flourish and dab my forehead. The woman a few seats down now has her back completely turned to me.
>A few minutes have passed and I have not taken another bite. I have emptied my pint and am halfway through a glass of milk, courtesy of the barmaid. She has politely but firmly rejected my request to exchange the wings for another dozen in a different sauce. I tip my hat and bid her good night.
>Final score: I rank the sauce a 6/10.

April 12, 2023
Uncle Ulcer’s Maximum Alert Ghost Pepper Gastrointestinal Genocide, first tasting
I found the bottle art to be quite clever and humorous, although I could see how one might be shocked by an anthropomorphic chili pepper in a Wehrmacht uniform shoving the nozzle of a flamethrower up a man’s rectum and blasting it with fire - perhaps they could change it to a generic uniform so as not to offend our Semitic friends.
A local eatery is featuring the sauce on their chicken wing offerings. I took a seat at the bar and ordered a dozen, and a Gutpunch Hopfuck IPA from Motherhumper Brewing (I typically would not get something quite so hoppy to accompany the main course but I was feeling bold this eve). A family with ugh… THREE children was seated in the dining area behind me. I attempted to register my disdain by glaring menacingly over my shoulder at the parents but their attention was focused on their spawn. I politely requested the barmaid reseat me at the end of the bar.
The plate arrives. A neon orange-reddish sauce glistens on the wings. The scent is rather pungent, it stings the nostrils. I raise my glass and nod to a young lass a few seats away. She rolls her eyes and goes back to staring at her phone. I pick up a drumstick and take a small bite. The taste was… underwhelming. I had expected something more… flavorful from Uncle Ulcer’s, but all I can sense is pure capsaicin. Fire and needles spread throughout my mouth and down my throat, swear begins to bead on my brow. I whip out my pocket square with a flourish and dab my forehead. The woman a few seats down now has her back completely turned to me.
A few minutes have passed and I have not taken another bite. I have emptied my pint and am halfway through a glass of milk, courtesy of the barmaid. She has politely but firmly rejected my request to exchange the wings for another dozen in a different sauce. I tip my hat and bid her good night.
Final score: I rank the sauce a 6/10.

>one of the most unexpected hot sauce hits for me,

>I fucking love vinegar so much, bros.

>If you don't buy your condiments at Bass Pro Shops, you don't know SHIT about eating.

>I enjoy hot sauce, yet you are butthurt. Funny how that works huh anon?