The glass bottle of tomato-red hot
sauce stands straight, tall, and resolute.
Its design is simple, smooth straight glass from bottom to top, with a
slight bend inward about ¾ of the way up forming a neck. The cork is made of sanded blonde wood, and
functions as a screw. The bottle is not
tall, about the same height as drinking cup.
There
are two labels, one surrounded the neck, and the other wrapped halfway around
the body. The neck shroud has a
background of banana yellow, with two banners of bright red, one on the top,
and one on the bottom framing the tiny drawn pictures of red, green, and yellow
tomatoes. The second wrap is of the same basic banana yellow color, but this
second, larger label features an attractive Latina woman who is gazing up at
her viewer. She is cooking, and above
her head hover the bright block letters, “Cholula” in red.
As
the blonde cork is unscrewed, the tangy sweet smell swirls up to meet my
nostrils, and upon tipping the bottle, the sauce inside effortlessly succumbs
to gravity and evenly cascades toward my outstretched pointer figure. Upon contact the bottle is quickly righted,
and placed back down on the vanity, the cork forgotten, lying askew beside its
keeper.
My
finger meets my mouth in a blaze of tang, sweet and spicy. The sauce finally fulfilling its
purpose.
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