by Steven Doyle
Tasting salsas and sauces is more of an art than a hobby for some. These same folks go as far as to collect jars that can amass into the thousands. Perhaps a bit competitive and you will meet some of these enthusiasts later this month at the annual ZestFest at the Irving Convention Center. The local version we are most geared up about these days is not a salsa but rather a sauce.
You know the type, sometimes vinegary that splashes a bit of flavor to your favorite recipes and for that matter, directly onto dishes to spice things up a bit. Hillary Clinton, in order to make us think she is one of us, claims to carry a jar of sauce in her purse for just such occasions. Let’s think what might arise that you would need your own special brand concealed on your person at all times: breakfast of any sort (oh, eggs please be spiced up), enchiladas (you failed me TexMexeria), burgers, chili, Lithuanian food, oh you get the idea. A small jar can be a valuable commodity in a tasteless situation. Continue reading
