So I’ve migrated back up to the northeast, and as much as I was *itchin about the all the craziness down south, I gotta say…this brisk weather is for the birds!!! I miss the warmth, but moreso, I miss my summer fashions ala just throw sumn breathable on and call it a good day!

Exhibit A:

Note: This is a rewind post, meaning going back in time a tad (to last Friday) to catch ya’ll up with my shenanigans.

Just as fitting to the title of this post and earlier that very same day (as the pic was taken above), I had challenged my threshold for spicy sauces at the tasty and friendly Lost and Found Saloon in midtown Miami. (So tasty, I went back there 3 times!) Anyhoots, so with my Steak Breakfast Burrito, I had a complimentary 2 for 1 Drink (courtesy of the owner … I told you I got friendly up in there! Thanks KB!). The blueberry beer is really refreshing! I’ve had a few from various spots in my lifetime, however theirs is berry yummy. Then, as a big fan of Tabasco sauce, they blew me away with the Habanero Tabasco. Highly Recommended (and hard to find in stores down there) for all Tabasco lovers out there. However, my curiosity zoomed in at the crazy assortment of hot sauces lined up along their bar; two in particular, both with handwritten caution messages taped around the bottle noses, enough to convince any normal person to steer away…but Nope! Not Me! So, I first gave the “milder” of the two a try, called “SMACK MY ASS AND CALL ME SALLY.” Unlike many hot sauces, this one actually had a flavor to it (a sort’ve barbeque, if you will) to it at first which was quite complimentary to my strips of steak, that settled and lingered on my taste buds for a lil bit, until the spices slowly built up within the walls of my mouth and my ears started to ring. I couldn’t drink my beer because that would just make it worse, and definitely not water because that is the very last thing you want to drink under those conditions. So, I felt my way through the tears in my eyes to squeeze out some ketchup on my awesomely made hash brown (crisp at the right spots) to soothe my tongue. The sweet tang of the ketchup and starch from the potato brought me eventual relief. But of course, I chose not to stop there…I mean what’s the point? I’ve come this far, the only thing left to do was to finish it off with the the ultimate hottest of all hot sauces they had in the house, titled “NUCKIN’ FUTS.” Plus, I liked the name. At this point, I was nuckin’ futs, but this time I learned my lesson. I didn’t pour on my breakfast burrito as I had when I was called Sally…. Instead, I dipped a tiny, toothpick-size dollop and this one had no build-up. This one was instantly hot like a mofo! I was done with hot sauces after that. I happily finished off my hashbrown with ketchup and was declared Nuckin’ Sally.

Then…. for dinner, I hit up my favorite, hidden Vietnamese spot in Sunny Isles called,

Little Saigon… and I mean favorite…. every single dish is filled with fresh herb aroma and spicin’ goodness!! Many restaurants all over fall into the trap of using the same base broth for their dishes, especially noodle soups, but Nope! Not this one! Each bowl has its own distinct flavor to them. All so fresh and so yummy… all topped off with of course a little dash of hot chili paste….

and now while I’m at it…. here’s a fun lil music video to a festive anthem heard in allllllll iiiiiiiiiiislands around the world, by a guy named Poindexter….That’s Buster Poindexter… Olé! Olé!

Hot Hot Hot by Buster Poindexter “Hot Hot Hot” from self-titled album by Buster Poindexter (07.07.87)

. . don’t burn the day. .