Hubby and I drove
out of town the other day. Weather was nice. Imagine that? No rain. Wanted to
take a ride in the country. Commune with nature. We enjoyed our early morning
escape. We decided to throw caution to the wind and have breakfast in this
little small town, Mom and Pop café. Nobody was wearing a mask, except the
restaurant staff. And people were sandwiched together kind of close in the
booths and tables. At first we were hesitant. But we’ve been given a stamp of
approval by our doctor. Our antibody tests came back with great news. The vaccine
worked. We have a high number of antibodies. Which means, drumroll please… we
are IMMUNE from Covid 19, at least for now. So, we seated ourselves... as the sign said and took advantage of the chance to
be normal again. Hubby ordered a breakfast bowl and I got an omelet, spinach
and cheese. When the orders were delivered to the tables, a short while
later, they looked delish. We couldn’t
wait to dig in. But first, my hubby asked the waitress for some HOT sauce. He
likes to gingerly smother it all over everything. She left to get it and we mused
whether the bottle would be empty, or new.
New bottles can be a pain because the establishment usually wants you to
open it. And with arthritic fingers, that can become quite a chore. And we usually
b!tch about it. On the other hand, if its almost empty, the bottom of the
bottle has the hottest part of the spices in there. It’ll bite your tongue right
off. Hot sauce is one thing, but the heat generated at the bottom can damage your mouth permanently if you ain't careful. Seldom... in all the years we been getting the condiment to compliment our food,
have we gotten a bottle, half filled. So we waited to see what would happen here. We were
NOT prepared for what did. This teeny
tiny waitress came over to the table with this HUMUNGOUS bottle filled with hot
sauce. My hubby chuckled. “So this is the bottle you pass around to all your
customers", he asked. She smiled and said they had one for every table. I stifled
a giggle as she left. My hubby checked the label. It was 1 pint plus 8 more ounces. Quite a lot of Hot
Sauce was in that bottle. It was a very impressive size, given the fact most bottles are considerably smaller. Hubby could barely lift it, to dabble some on
his eggs. Sorry, I jest. He did lift it, but being as hefty as it was... he did feel out of sorts. This adds a new twist to the Hot Sauce saga in our lives. It made us smile, laugh and even cry when the sauce kicked in.Thought
you’d like to see a pic. Here it is, right below. Needless to say it made for quite a memory. Have you ever put a GIANT bottle of
Hot Sauce on your table???
Or been someplace that has???
