Things got dark today. If there’s one thing I love more than candy, it’s hot sauce. I put it on everything. I carry Tabasco in my purse and keep Sriracha in my desk. So there I am, after a pretty awesome day of surprisingly few cravings and noticeably steady energy levels, all pleased with myself, preparing a salad for dinner. I’m about to top it off with the usual squeeze of Sriracha (my secret ingredient for a kick-ass salad) when a little voice in the back of my head pipes up: “do you think there’s any sugar in that?”
I glance quickly at the label: chili, sugar, salt, garlic—wait, what? I’m stunned. Not only is there sugar in it, it’s the SECOND ingredient! I put down the Sriracha bottle and stare angrily at my salad. This is a huge blow. I throw open my fridge and examine the hot sauce section (yes, I have a hot sauce section). More than half my stash (scotch bonnet, chipotle, Pickapeppa, Mexican hot sauce, Chinese chilli sauce, Korean gochujang, etc.) contains sugar. The Tabasco, Louisiana, Italian Bomba and a couple of the habaneros are sugar-free, which is a small victory, but the loss of Sriracha—by far the most versatile of all my hot sauces—is a bitter pill to swallow. No candy and no hot sauce?! I’ve officially become the most boring person alive.
Day-4 state of mind: sugar and spice… apparently, not so nice.