Sunday Worship: Sriracha
Danika Brysha
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