The Sriracha Inquest

Well, don’t ask me how this happened, but I ended up eating pumpkin pie with Sriracha on it. I think it was because R dared me to (we were eating Chinese food, you see, and there was some leftover pumpkin pie for dessert). I probably figured it would be an interesting taste sensation at the time, and the dare was just the straw-that-did-the-thing-that-the-straw-does-in-these-metaphors. I like to think what I did was for the betterment of science. In truth, I was doing something for the sake of doing it.
This was the stuff. You all know what it is. You can all imagine the taste that I was in for:
Looks good, though, you’ve got to admit. Just like those pies you get at a coffee shop:
Here’s proof of me eating the pie. God, I look like Bat Boy in this pic:
And the result? Not to bad. A little too salty for this pie, but if it had been a sweet chili sauce, it might have fared better. I ended up eating the whole piece, and considering another, but R put a stop to that.