Why? Why market this no-nonsense, kick-in-the-derrière dressing? In a word – the neighbors. For years, at Christmas, old pal Hotchner and I bottled this concoction for friends. The acclaim was deafening, the repeat orders staggering. This year, they chained us to the furnace until we brewed 3O gallons – a prisoner of my own excellence. Enough, I said! Let’s go public! I’m out of the basement and onto the shelf!