Great suggestion. Didn’t have triscuit, but had some water crackers, and just about finished off the ginger pepper sauce at lunch. It’s also a great way to figure out how a hot sauce actually tastes.
The ginger pepper sauce by the way is hot like ginger, not peppers. It would be good for Chinese dumplings, but not as a pepper sauce.
Outstanding solution. I usually just take any round bottle I have that might want to misbehave and wedge in between the back of the passenger seat and the carton of cigarettes that’s always sitting there.
The chipotle version of Cholula is all over Casa de Shive because the girls love it. It’s absolutely disgusting. Happily, they stay away from my 10 other bottles of various hot sauces.
A guilty pleasure of mine is wandering around tourist trap food stores, giggling at the names of hot sauces. I remember distinctly one in a store in Fredericksburg that was called “Red Rectum”. The graphic on the label was as blunt as the name.
So I’m still working through Robb Walsh’s Tex-Mex Cookbook. I’m maybe 30 recipes in, not going sequentially but jumping around, and the only bad recipes were the fritoque, which is a kind of pinto bean casserole, and the Ninfa’s green sauce. All the Ninfa’s recipes on the internet call for tomatillos and green tomatoes. Walsh’s doesn’t. It really needs the green tomatoes.
Other than the Ninfa’s green, the sauce recipes have been consistently great.
There are two things that scare me, home-made taco shells and tamales. I’m sure that once I do them they’ll be fine, but the process reads difficult.
Last night I made the chili mac, which has more to do with Skyline Chili and 60s Tex-Mex restaurants than anything that might appear on a modern Tex-Mex menu. Walsh’s recipe was provided by the Texas Beef Council, and included 1 lb ground beef, a can of tomato paste, and 3/4 cup elbow macaroni. It also had a can of rotel, so it wasn’t completely barbaric.
Kris was horrified, but honestly it wasn’t bad. It was cheap, fast, used one pot, and you could see how it could be a mainstay in a 60s family kitchen. It was sweetish, and more akin to a pasta sauce than chili, but Kris didn’t divorce me (though I thought she was about to threaten–the recipe disgusted her). I’d at least double the macaroni if I made it again, but I promise never to make it again.