You’ve been following along, so you know I can’t get enough spice in my food. Eggs, Japanese yams, they all get the same warmth from a splash of hot sauce. I love the chili-garlic flavor that explodes out of the Sriracha bottle, but I must admit I cringe a little every time I reluctantly glance at the label. Specifically, my gut gets twisted over a single ingredient. Sugar. Even with the relatively innocuous amount, I hate the idea that my favorite hot stuff is sweetened with a substance intentionally left off of my approved items list. When I’m engulfed…