This is to the tune of Sweet Child of Mine, by Guns & Roses.  Some people wax elephant about bacon or coffee or (ugh) chocolate, but I know what I like.

[February 2012]

I bought a meal that, it seems to me,
Reminds me of airport cookery
Where everything
Was as plain as a dull grey sky.
Now and then, when this is the case,
My bottle I take, from a secret place,
‘Cause if I ate that crap
I’d probably fall down and die…

Oh, oh, oh
Sweet chilli sauce
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sweet lovely sauce.

Tacos, Thai, boiled eggs, stirfry,
And every kind of cheese
I’d hate to eat most kinds of meat
Without my favourite squeeze!
The taste reminds me of a distant shore
Where wild all nature grows
I gaze on in wonder as I pour
At all of the tricks it knows.

Oh, oh, oh
Sweet chilli sauce
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sweet lovely sauce.

…

[Multiple simultanous self-indulgent guitar solos]

What do we eat?
What do we eat now?
What do we eat?
Oh, oh
Put in on meat?
Oh,
Pour it on beans now?
Some on your chips?
Oh, (sweet chilli)
More in your soup?
Oh,
Why not your toast now?
Oh,
What do we eat?
Oh,
What do we eat now?
Oh,
Ice cream for two?
Porridge and stew?
What can’t it do?
Oh,
Pour it all through now!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sweet chilli,
Sweet chilli sauce.