i swear i spend half my life on a hunt for the best hot sauce imaginable. it definitely consumes a large part of my travel experience and fortunately or unfortunately (depending on how you look at it), my very “white” husband has become equally obsessed.
well, let me tell you. discovering this jar of homemade salsa made purely from habanero chilies and fondly referred to as “willy’s chili” was a highlight of our travels so far. i think as mike put it, “if it wouldn’t kill me, i’d gladly drink the entire jar.” at which point our waiter turned to me and said in a heavy kriol accent, “do you have a nice insurance policy?” we all got a chuckle out of that one.
p.s. yes, that is a fish carcas on our plate as well.
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