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Man, I am on a roll in the kitchen this week. Peg ran out for pizza takeout and I tacked on an order of wings. At the last minute I asked for them plain, because I had a whim to throw together my own sauce. I didn't even know what I'd make.
I wound up making my own nước chấm (Vietnamese dipping sauce): fish sauce, lime juice, sugar, vinegar, garlic, and chili flakes. Didn't even bother measuring it out or looking up a recipe. It was so good I went back and picked over the bones to get every last trace of meat. I *never* do that with restaurant sauces.
