Dear Mike and Diane,
I have just happily and heartily eaten one of my mothers culinary specialties, her famous or infamous Three-Egg Omelettes. Topped off of course with a splash of what could very well be the best damn condiment ever to hit my palette. As I sit here waiting for my arteries to clog from the consumption of three, count'em three chicken embryos, I can't help but believe that the "M&D Ring of Fire Habanero Hot Sauce" is somehow flushing out my arteries, like some exotic south-of-the-border drain cleaner. But let me get to the point.
This stuff is hot. Correction, this stuff is very hot. And yet, I find myself adding a dash of this stuff to practically everything I eat. (Toast never tasted so good.) To think, I wiled away the past five years of my life sufficing with that mere placebo of a hot sauce, Tabasco. I can assure you that with my first taste of your hot sauce, Mr. Mcilhenny quickly found himself face-down in my kitchen trash can. To have tasted your sauce and then to continue to use Tabasco sauce would be like drinking a Sanka Espresso. And yet I have a problem. I love this stuff so much that I have very little left in the bottle. It seems I'm going through this stuff as fast as it goes through me.
So it at all possible, I would like to order more of your hot sauce, and perhaps other merchandise, just as long as I get more of this stuff.
Please hurry, as Thanksgiving is coming up, and I have to make the stuffing. Just picture it.