Hi readers.
I’ve always loved Sriracha Chili Sauce, hate knowing they’ve come on hard times. I’d guess the people in that California town would live to be 110 each if they’d gut it out, breathing that stuff three months out of the year.
City: Odor from Sriracha chili plant a nuisance
As many as 40 trucks a day pull up to unload red hot chili peppers by the millions. Each plump, vine-ripened jalapeno pepper from central California then goes inside on a conveyor belt where it is washed, mixed with garlic and a few other ingredients and roasted. The pungent smell of peppers and garlic fumes is sent through a carbon-based filtration system that dissipates them before they leave the building, but not nearly enough say residents.
“Whenever the wind blows that chili and garlic and whatever else is in it, it’s very, very, very strong,” Sanchez said. “It makes you cough.”
I’d love to be downwind of it when it’s in operation if it weren’t for the fact it’s in California, and if I went to California next thing I knew I’d be having to get along with Californians. For me it’s a bit late in the day to take on that job of work.
Anyway, you’re probably wondering what the good is I referred to in the title to the post. Here it is:
His recipe for Sriracha is so simple that the Vietnamese immigrant has never bothered to conceal it: chili pepper, garlic, salt, sugar and vinegar.
“You could make it yourself at home,” he told a visitor during a tour of the plant on Tuesday. But, he added with a twinkle in his eye, not nearly as well as he can.
The secret, he said, is in getting the freshest peppers possible and processing them immediately.
The result is a sauce so fiercely hot it makes Tabasco and Picante seem mild, though to those with fireproof palates and iron stomachs it is strangely addicting. Thirty-three years after Tran turned out his first bucketful, Sriracha’s little plastic squeeze bottles with their distinctive green caps are ubiquitous in restaurants and home pantries around the world.
Now if those Californios shut him down at least a person has the basics to cook the stuff himself. Fill the RV up with the odor as many months of the year as he wants to.
The government hasn’t learned the potential joys of this yet, so they haven’t made it illegal. I can close all the windows on the RV, zonk up on it, me and the cats. Lie back against the cushions and try to learn to play the harmonica. Or listen to any of about a million songs my bud Rich provided for me to play on an hmmm MP3? A tiny thing that plays songs – holds a few hundred at a time. One of the few inventions since lawsuit to really add to the joy of life for the average human being.
Old Jules
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