When you’re with Bad Mama, you’ll never forget another meal.

Bad Mama hot sauce began with my mum, the original Bad Mama, 

and we had it with every meal when I was a kid in Paris.

The recipe has its roots in Chad, where my mother grew up, 

 and she has refined it over the years.

 But Bad Mama is more than just a sauce, it’s an attitude.

 I remember when my mother decided my little sister

 was too old  to still be sucking her thumb.

 She put a drop of hot sauce on my sister’s thumbnail and,

 as my sister put her finger in her mouth, my mother couldn’t stop laughing.

  Needless to say, my sister never sucked her thumb again

 and now loves the hot sauce more than anyone.