Apparently Daniel thought I was in peril of jail for violating the law against having a house without Tabasco Sauce (I'm sure there must be a law about that somewhere). Either that, or he owns stock in the McIlhenny Company.
For what to my wondering eyes should appear today but the UPS truck, with a great big giant package. My wife says, "It's for you. What did you order?" I didn't order anything.
Nevertheless, behold:
Eight bottles of Tabasco's finest recipes.
Many thanks, Daniel, my friend. I promise to use them all.
O, Generous Prince:
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