Dec 10 -
There are three things a restaurant can to to make me a happy gal. First, the sugar has to be in a
dispenser, not in those little packets. Second, put a small pitcher of cream on the table instead of those little
cups. And third, it's gotta have tabasco.
To make me an extremely happy gal, it needs a shaker of Tony's. But that's another story.
I don't think I'm alone. I like the option. I might want to spice up my food, or it just might be the right heat, but
at least they've given me something besides (yeech) ketchup.
I used to work with a guy who carried a bottle of Tabasco with him everywhere
he went, in case the restaurant didn't have any. He was one of those guys who you'd hand a lump of molten lead with
habaneros in it, and he'd eat it and say, "It's really not that hot."
In some cases, that's not such a bad idea. After all, a gentleman we met on Day 6 at the Rusty
Bucket always brought his own syrup to the diner for breakfast. The man likes his own syrup, not that watered down Aunt
Conversation at Spice Market|
Aim: What's the best creole spice?
Guy: Try some of this. Louisiana Creole. It's the most like Tony's we got.
Aim: So you're saying Tony's is the best?
Guy: (shrug) It's whatever you like, but if you like Tony's, that Louisiana Creole is pretty good.
Aim: Do you sell Tony's?
Guy: Try the Louisiana Creole. It's pretty much Tony's.
I don't see any harm in that. It's not like you're bringing your own silverware. You're just expanding your options.
Kevin loves coming into a restaurant and seeing barbeque sauce on the table. Kev can't pass up barbeque. I think you
could dip a bicycle tire in barbeque sauce and Kevin would eat it. So, why not carry around a bottle of barbeque sauce?
See? Doesn't that make sense?
But then, he's always got his wallet and keys in one pocket, the cellphone and a couple of disks in the other pocket. I
don't carry a purse, so he'd be walking around with BBQ sauce and Tabasco and Tony's everywhere he went. He'd need one of
those zipper vests.
I guess the answer is this: restaurants need a public spice rack. Imagine that! Over by the salad bar there's just a
big wall of spices. You start eating, and you say, "You know, this could use some saffron." So, you flag the waitress,
or you get up yourself, grab the saffron, and spice it just the way you like it. It's so simple!
But then the cooks would be insulted, and the food would ultimately be ruined by the culinarily challenged ("What's a
truffle?" "Dunno, I think they's those things in Pot O' Gold").
Best to stick with the basics. Salt, pepper, a jug of cream, a can of sugar, and Tabasco. And barbeque sauce. And Tony's.
Better get a bigger table.
The Tabasco Process: From Pepper to Pleasure
When the picking is complete the peppers are carried
to the factory where they are mixed with pure Avery Island salt. The freshly ripened peppers are ground with the salt
into a mash and stored in 50-gallon white oak barrels.
Once the wooden barrels are full of fresh mash, the covers are tightly secured with stainless steel hoops. Each lid
contains a small opening that allows the barrel to vent the gas pressured created by fermentation. The barels are then
covered with a protective layer of salt and left to age for the three years.
After aging for 3 years, the pepper mash is ready to be mixed with the third ingredient: strong vinegar. The sauce is then
pumped into large oak vats where this mixture of mash and vinegar
is stirred for weeks. After this, the sauce is strained of its seeds and pulp and is ready for bottling.
secret bottling facility...
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After graduating from Grade 13, I had a summer job........in a bottling factory in St. Catharines. All kinds of products came in in big
vats to be bottled and labelled.......Welsh's Grape Jelly, Lime Juice, etc. Horribly boring job, keeping up with all those marching
But the very worst line to be on was the Tabasco line. Yes, that's right......all the way from New Iberia, Louisiana to St. Catharines
those vats of tabasco would arrive and we would put it in those tiny little bottles. In an effort to reduce the boredom they would
make us switch jobs on the line every hour or so. Didn't help much except that after getting fingers full of paper cuts on the label the
bottle station, the next job might be at the filling the bottle station.....where the boredom was superceded by the pain of spilling
tabasco on the cuts. I think that was how they kept us awake.
So when I see the pictures on Day 106.......I can really say been there, done that! And it was probably the main reason that I
decided to go back and get a post secondary school education.
Just thought you'd like to know that little bit of history ..........
- Kev's Mom
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It's so cool! We're on the edge of the bayou, two steps from the water. Let's hope the gators are hibernating.
|Bkfast: ||Cindy & Carl's|
|K's Order:||Special K Red Berries|
|A's Order:||Frosted Wheat|
|Lunch: ||Dwyers Cafe|
|Both:||Gumbo with Chicken & Rice|
|Both:||Rice with Tony's|