THE AMAZING WORLD OF TOMORROW
(Via Gizmodo)
« Previous | Main | Next »
You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.
As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.
Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.
I have to try that. I love hot sauce.
Posted by: Juggler of Geese | May 04, 2006 at 08:48 AM
"Yeeeeow!" Oops, I dialed the wrong way...
Posted by: Punkin Poo | May 04, 2006 at 09:05 AM
Good. Now that we've solved that, we can go back to the Bat Lab to lassoo tsetse flies.
Posted by: slyeyes | May 04, 2006 at 09:05 AM
Another fantastic idea, I love hot sauce!
also:
"Insane Solicitors of Heat" wbagnfarb
Posted by: russell | May 04, 2006 at 09:24 AM
No thanx... I'd wind up with six bottles that still had the pansy-heat side full.
Posted by: CoastRaven | May 04, 2006 at 09:36 AM
That's what I was thinkin', Coast. What do I do with a half bottle of pansy sauce? Do I take it back and get a refund?
Posted by: Layzeeboy | May 04, 2006 at 09:42 AM
Huh. I should also get that for my brother-in-law. He puts hot sauce on everything. Dave's just providing me with tons of birthday ideas today.
Posted by: Bumble | May 04, 2006 at 09:51 AM
bumble, would he put hot sauce on the dr. who doll? just wondering.
Posted by: crossgirl | May 04, 2006 at 09:54 AM
Pansy Sauce wbagnfarb....
Posted by: Higgy | May 04, 2006 at 09:55 AM
This reminds me of peanut butter-jelly combos, where both were swirled together in the same container. Did that ever take off?
Posted by: Ben Yoskovitz | May 04, 2006 at 10:06 AM
crossgirl~ if he ate it he would. :-)
Posted by: Bumble | May 04, 2006 at 10:23 AM
Whatever happened to the concept of "just use less"? But if the container comes with a doohicky that makes a "whrrrrrrr" sound as you dial in the heat, well I'm in!
Posted by: Lush | May 04, 2006 at 10:50 AM
for a real gourmet experience, Spray some sauce on yer aerosol cheese
Posted by: Sondra | May 04, 2006 at 11:09 AM
Here's how the ever-indulgent wife and I handle the same sort of problem.
First, go to Original Juan's Hot Sauce and get a bottle of their 'Da'Bomb' "sauce". WARNING: Do NOT use this straight
Now get your standard, easy to find wimpy sauce / salsa. Dip a toothpick into Da'Bomb and stir it through the wimpy sauce. Test the now much-less wimpy sauce. Repeat as needed. Note: if two toothpick loads of Da'Bomb have the sauce nearly hot enough a third will take it well past 'hot enough'.
Also please note that the ever-indulgent wife and I used to have a Thai place near us that would adjust the dishes to our tastes, rather than the rather bland KC standards. Suffice it to say that the owner once mentioned that we liked things spicier than he did - enough spicier to impress him.
In other words, some of you should probably avoid even looking at the picture of Da'Bomb.
Posted by: KCSteve | May 04, 2006 at 11:11 AM
Not since unscrewing the top off of sugar dispensers has food prankdom been more interesting. I can't wait.
Posted by: KOW | May 04, 2006 at 11:23 AM
Thanks for the advice KC, my hubby likes things spicy. (no double entendre intended)
I once went to a Bar-B-Que restaurant and selected the sauce that said “wimps” which fit my preference. It wasn’t until I started eating, and realized my taste buds were on fire that I rechecked the bottle and saw the giant circle with a slash (the international symbol for “don’t do it”) above the word “wimps.”
Needless to say, I am now extra careful and avoid all things spicy, except for, you know, my husband.
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | May 04, 2006 at 11:43 AM
KC,
My husband bought a bottle of that. He tried a tiny bit on a spoon and was surprised, which says a lot for him. About five minutes later, he kissed me, which I at that instant took as a sign of affection, but a few seconds later decided it was his idea of a prank. I ended up with a nice red swollen transfer burn on my upper lip. Then, his 15-year-old (at the time) cousin picked up the bottle by the neck to look at it. A little bit after that, he rubbed his eye...
Da Bomb is not family-friendly entertainment.
Posted by: Glix | May 04, 2006 at 11:57 AM
KC,
My husband bought a bottle of that. He tried a tiny bit on a spoon and was surprised, which says a lot for him. About five minutes later, he kissed me, which I at that instant took as a sign of affection, but a few seconds later decided it was his idea of a prank. I ended up with a nice red swollen transfer burn on my upper lip. Then, his 15-year-old (at the time) cousin picked up the bottle by the neck to look at it. A little bit after that, he rubbed his eye...
Da Bomb is not family-friendly entertainment.
Posted by: Glix | May 04, 2006 at 11:58 AM
Oops
Posted by: Glix | May 04, 2006 at 11:58 AM
how about this?
Posted by: pepe | May 04, 2006 at 12:23 PM
So much better than the old days, when we'd have two separate bottles of hot sauce.
Posted by: Nateislate | May 04, 2006 at 12:30 PM
For further info and the infamous Insanity source check out Dave’s Gourmet (Thanks Dave for the picture and thanks John my solicitor friend for pointing me in Dave’s direction).
Am I the only person that noticed this?
Are you trying to tell us something, Dave?
Posted by: Eleanor | May 04, 2006 at 12:39 PM
LBFF -
None intended, perhaps, but definitely (with this bunch) some taken ...
Posted by: O. the U(manity) | May 04, 2006 at 01:29 PM
Dave's Gourmet! So this is what happened to his humor column.
What does he sell anyway, 100 varieties of peanut butter, and "Extra Greasy"™ Potato Chips?
Posted by: Edgar Greenberg | May 04, 2006 at 02:57 PM
GASP! I'VE SEEN ONE OF THOSE IN A RESTAURANT SOMEWHERE! I forget where.
Posted by: James T. | May 04, 2006 at 04:03 PM
U.O - I know, but I'm pleading innocent anyway. (wink)
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | May 04, 2006 at 04:19 PM
OK (nudge, nudge)
Posted by: O. the U(manity) | May 04, 2006 at 05:02 PM
Hmmm, maybe I'll get this for my mom sometime. She's of the mind that if it doesn't make your eyes water and your nose run, it's not spicy.
On another topic, what's with the transparent toaster that's the next item? Is watching bread toast more or less entertaining than watching paint dry?
Posted by: almne | May 04, 2006 at 06:19 PM
There is a restaraunt in downtown L.A. that servers your average buffalo wings and also something called "Voodoo Wings." The voodoo wings listing included a hazard warning. Now, my taste for spicy depends on my mood, but I take that sort of warning as a personal challenge. When the waitress brought me my wings she sort of stalled an looked embarassed. Finally she said,"Uhm, I've only worked here a couple of months and I've never seen anybody order these. Can I watch?" Let's just say that if I had any sense, I would have thrown the wings down then and there, and run from the restaraunt. I was in pain for hours.
Speaking of burning...
My RBR induced sunburn has hit the peeling stage and has revealed a brand new freckle at the top of my forhead. A permanent souvenir of the show.
Posted by: AlanBoss | May 04, 2006 at 11:25 PM
Uhm... that's forehead.
Posted by: AlanBoss | May 04, 2006 at 11:26 PM