This story is about my Great Grandmother, and is transcribed from the oral narration always told by my father. It was edited slightly to make it easier to read in written format.
One day dad was in town, and he saw a street vendor selling hot sauce. The vendor had his case of merchandise on one fold out stool, and was sitting on the other.
Dad bought a bottle thinking it would be good sense he liked hot sauce. The next morning Mom made two over easy eggs. Dad put a drop of the hot sauce on each egg, and stirred them up. When he started eating the eggs they were so hot that he couldn’t eat them. After that he stated he bet he’d found something that his Mom couldn’t eat.
Next week Grandma was on a visit for the weekend. There were two things to always remember about Grandma: She loved to eat, and she loved to cook. Grandma fixed breakfast for everyone including over easy eggs for herself. Dad picked the hot sauce up and handed it to her saying “Mom here is some hot sauce with a good flavor but its not quite hot enough.” He wanted to see her reaction to this extremely hot, hot sauce.
She took the bottle, looked at it, then poured some of it on each egg. Then she started eating. She stopped for a moment. With a kind of funny look on her face. Now imagine my fathers shock when she picked up a teaspoon, put some of the hot sauce in straight, and tasted it. Then she looked at my father and said. “You’re right Neal. It has got a good flavor but it’s not quite hot enough.
Can you imagine the look on his face when what he though was going to be a joke on her backfired?


