So, some of you may know that my younger brother passed away unexepctedly at the end of February. This has meant increased visits back home to Chicago to check in on mom, who is in the middle stages of dementia.
The abbreviated visits, now full of necessary errands, leave much less time to hit up hometown favorites like Malnatti’s or Pequods fo pizza, or White Castles for a few sliders… But the one thing they DO sell in Chicago that you cannot get except by very $$$ shipping is real Vienna hot dogs. So, a few icepacks and a softsided cooler, and I have this now, home in California and safely in the freezer:
The more observant among will have noticed one of these things is not like the others. One of these things just isn’t the same…
Before my brother died, he picked up a jumbo bottle of Huy Fong Sriracha. The kind that has now all but disappeared from store shelves, owing to (depending on who you listen to) a poor crop driven by climate change or some questionable business practices by the owner of Huy Fong.
There was also a FULL, NEW bottle of Trader Joe’s brand Sriracha-style sauce.
…
I stole the Huy Fong from my senile mother. I am justifying it by rationalizing that it was my brother’s, she’d never really use it, and if the caregivers want hot sauce, there’s the bottle of TJ’s.
I am not proud of this moment. But surely, we all must have similar sins in our past. Deliberately taking the last piece of cake you KNOW was being saved for the sibling/parent/child… Spiking the leftover thai with cilantro to keep your soap-tasting roommate away from takout?
C’mon. Out with it. The statute of limitations has surely passed.
NB: The hotdogs are in the freezer. The Sriracha is in the fridge door where it belongs.