The Carnivore’s Mother came bearing gifts.
This, my friends, is the gold standard of pepper sauce, and I’m not just saying that to suck up.
I can justify using it on pretty much anything savory—it’s a great balance of acidic vinegar and those killer spicy-hot Scotch bonnets, with just a hint of garlic and lime, in one unassuming peanut-butter jar. Although my own version is growing on me, I still kind of wish it would come out tasting more like this one.
The best news? We wound up with an extra bottle of the good stuff. It’s supposed to be delivered to an uncle, but I figure that what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Right?