These days, the words "Hot" and "Spicy" are adjectives I'm unfortunately not using often. But while they may be missing from my Match.com inbox, they have certainly found their way back into my life via scrambled eggs, poultry, and on certain occasions my body. Who is this mystery man? Oh, just my good friend Sriracha... you know, with the silent "r". So chic.
To that red, firecracker
Hot chili paste on my tongue
Pour too much on everything
But the damage has been done
You deliver me the perfect spice
An addiction I can’t stop
The excitement spreads across my face
As I twist open that green top
Perfect during breakfast time
For lunch, dinner, or just grazin’
The way your spices make me feel
Makes me think I’m partly Asian
You taste so good with everything
You’re a true “anytime” food booster
So grab that sauce for that salad tossed
And shake up that little rooster
Pour it all over my body please
Some may call me a binger
I’d even lather my hair in that stuff
Even if it meant identifying as a ginger
So to all the people of the world
It's time to spice up your life
Every dentist, child, gerbil and squirrel
Grab your lover and maybe your wife
It's the new sugar between neighbors
“You ran out?... Oh I’ve gotcha”
Bringing nations together
With the burning sensation of Sriracha