11 thoughts on “Sriracha”

  1. Huy Fong relocates to the Texas Republic. I once lived near a paper mill. That was tough sledding as they say, but the residents learned to live with it. It was the only employer in town. Always a bottle of the stuff in this house.

  2. I used to live near a Nabisco plant–like having cookies in the oven all the time, amazing. On the other hand, I once attended a school that was near a nasty factory whose nature I never determined. A horrible smell. I sympathize with nearby residents if a factory really can’t get its smell under control, but we Texans nevertheless welcome the Sriracha factory.

    We have half a dozen or so standard condiments out on the counter near the stove: olive oil, vinegar, fish sauce, and so on–and always a bottle of sriracha.

  3. I used to work in an industrial park which was developed as a real estate venture by McCormick spice company and is where they have their headquarters. You never knew, day to day, how the air was going to smell since it depended on what McCormick was processing. Sometimes cinnamon, sometimes pepper, sometimes artificial butter flavoring (the worst) or cardamon or nutmeg. It was usually really nice. I’ve also been around some chemical plants that smelled absolutely vile. I feel for anyone who has to live around that sort of thing.

  4. I worked for the better part of a year in Taft, CA. The smell was often described as that of a meth lab in an oilfield…which it is.

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