Sauce-Age Confidential: What’s Really in the Jar
Rumors fly about our Sauce-age line. This dispatch separates relish from rumor—mostly.
“Sauce-age” started as a joke about aging sauces on a shelf next to aging rockers on the playlist. The jars contain real ingredients: tomatoes, vinegar, spices, and zero actual dachshunds. We cannot believe we had to type that sentence.
The Confidential part is that Susan still hand-labels small batches with doodles of dogs wearing chef hats. Collectors trade them like baseball cards, if baseball cards smelled faintly of onion.
Wiener dogs supervise quality control from a respectful distance—usually the distance of “I can steal your sandwich if you blink.” We consider that rigorous oversight.