Hot sauce for a hot broad. (5 of 10)

Peter races home with the fruits of his labor.  He hoists the basket of bones up to his fourth-floor walk up that's located on the wrong side of the tracks in The City.  He barely says hello to the drunk who lives on his stoop or to the local prostitutes, who he generally commiserates with.  Instead, he sets up in his kitchen.

After some consideration, Peter realizes that it's really the derby girl bones he wants, and not the meat.  So he puts the meat aside; he'll figure out a way to dispose of it later.  A little of this, a bit of that, a pinch of another, and a good sprinkling of his own special seasoning and voila! Peter is ready to eat his meal.  It is the best yet!  Peter realizes that much like everything else, derby girl goes really well with sriracha.