Now is to be the reviewing of a new sauce, also by the
Three Hot Tamales. Can I have some time to review a sauce, please? Can I have some time to review a sauce?
The sauce's name is
Make Me Moan Mango. Oh, those provocative sauce-making tarts, they really know how to appeal to the traditionally sexless, lifeless, depressing world of the true hot sauce aficionado. I'll prove this rule here by pointing out that my sauce collection began well in advance of my relationship with savvyraven.
I am reviewing this sauce for the sole reason that I opened it last night, and had the largest single-meal consumption of hot sauce in my history. The 5oz woozy was full to the top when I opened it, and now at least 4 of the 5 ozes are history. There's a pitiful little lump of it left at the bottom of the bottle, praying that I don't come home tonight and finish it off. Which I will.
The humble meal I chose to accompany it was reheated chicken fingers and french fries, leftover from a trip to Wood Ranch BBQ over the weekend. Can this low-brow, pitiful little meal actually provide some sort of satisfying eating experience?
If you dump 80% of a bottle of Make Me Moan Mango on it, it sure can.
The taste is this unbelievably addictive, tangy, sweet mixture of mangoes, pineapples, and ketchup of all things, with a backbone of habanero fire which keeps things lively -- not blisteringly hot, but will definitely get your attention, and after the attack on it I launched, my mouth was definitely left afire.
In many ways, this is what I had pictured when I first set out to make SpicyKat hot sauce. The Tamales have shown me that I still have much to learn.
The inclusion of ketchup in the ingredients list was initially a turn-off -- I want
hot sauce, not Heinz 57 -- but conceptually it makes sense. Vinegar, tomatoes, sugar, these are all standard hot sauce ingredients, they just put 'em all in at the same time. Whatever. The sauce is a pleasantly bright orange, so unless you read the ingredients (or this review) you'd never know.
As I feverishly dumped more and more of the heavenly concoction on fry after fry, chicken finger after chicken finger, my increasingly concerned lovely noted that it might be my favorite sauce ever. As my thoughts throughout the day continue to lazily wander back to the bottom shelf of my fridge where that last little ounce of joy sits waiting, it's difficult to argue with that.
Without question, I give Make Me Moan Mango FIVE FUCKING STARS.
It should be noted here that I have review two Three Hot Tamales sauces so far, and they're both five stars. They only have one other, which I also have, and which I might only give 3.5, 4 stars, but which won the 2006 Scovie award for best habanero sauce.
I guess what I'm saying here is, you absolutely cannot go wrong with what those ladies are throwing down.
Now is to be the reviewing of a new sauce, also by the [url=http://threehottamales.com]Three Hot Tamales[/url]. Can I have some time to review a sauce, please? Can I have some time to review a sauce?
The sauce's name is [b][i]Make Me Moan Mango[/i][/b]. Oh, those provocative sauce-making tarts, they really know how to appeal to the traditionally sexless, lifeless, depressing world of the true hot sauce aficionado. I'll prove this rule here by pointing out that my sauce collection began well in advance of my relationship with savvyraven.
I am reviewing this sauce for the sole reason that I opened it last night, and had the largest single-meal consumption of hot sauce in my history. The 5oz woozy was full to the top when I opened it, and now at least 4 of the 5 ozes are history. There's a pitiful little lump of it left at the bottom of the bottle, praying that I don't come home tonight and finish it off. Which I will.
The humble meal I chose to accompany it was reheated chicken fingers and french fries, leftover from a trip to Wood Ranch BBQ over the weekend. Can this low-brow, pitiful little meal actually provide some sort of satisfying eating experience?
If you dump 80% of a bottle of Make Me Moan Mango on it, it sure can.
The taste is this unbelievably addictive, tangy, sweet mixture of mangoes, pineapples, and ketchup of all things, with a backbone of habanero fire which keeps things lively -- not blisteringly hot, but will definitely get your attention, and after the attack on it I launched, my mouth was definitely left afire.
In many ways, this is what I had pictured when I first set out to make SpicyKat hot sauce. The Tamales have shown me that I still have much to learn.
The inclusion of ketchup in the ingredients list was initially a turn-off -- I want [i]hot sauce[/i], not Heinz 57 -- but conceptually it makes sense. Vinegar, tomatoes, sugar, these are all standard hot sauce ingredients, they just put 'em all in at the same time. Whatever. The sauce is a pleasantly bright orange, so unless you read the ingredients (or this review) you'd never know.
As I feverishly dumped more and more of the heavenly concoction on fry after fry, chicken finger after chicken finger, my increasingly concerned lovely noted that it might be my favorite sauce ever. As my thoughts throughout the day continue to lazily wander back to the bottom shelf of my fridge where that last little ounce of joy sits waiting, it's difficult to argue with that.
Without question, I give Make Me Moan Mango FIVE FUCKING STARS.
It should be noted here that I have review two Three Hot Tamales sauces so far, and they're both five stars. They only have one other, which I also have, and which I might only give 3.5, 4 stars, but which won the 2006 Scovie award for best habanero sauce.
I guess what I'm saying here is, you absolutely cannot go wrong with what those ladies are throwing down.