Yesterday while driving down the road, the daughter-units of Clan
Ranger decided an afternoon snack of fries and sweet-n-sour sauce
sounded pretty good. I pulled into the drive-through, placed my
order, drove forward and there the order was; ready, hot, and
filled as requested; sauces and fries bursting at the bags' seams.
[I love this one JItB for all these reasons.]
I set the bags of fries down on the front seat so we could get
back out on the road and to our final destination, still several
minutes away. During this time, I handed the bags of food and
sauces back to my daughter-units for divvying up.
Each grrl yowled in pain from the heat exuding through the
cardboard containers but were willingly put up with this minor
discomfort while gobbling down fried treats.
Almost as if cued up, three simultaneous "Pop! Pop! Pop!" cut
through the road-and-wind noise with three equally startling, "Ew!
It seems the heat from the freshly batched fries super-heated the
1-oz. containers of sweet-and-sour sauces so that when the milar
seals were broken, said contents urped out like so much liquid
I now have the back of my car's seating stained with this sauce
and was hoping there might be some way of removing said stains
before they set.
Soap-and-warm-water did nothing more than remove the