My brother liked Sriracha -- to a point. Enough to keep a cookbook, but not enough to actually make anything from it.
It was among the things our parents collected from his apartment that I wanted to bring back with me.
The chips made me think of him. They're exactly the kind of thing I would have gotten to fill a gift box of snacks. I would have liked to have shared them.
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