Crushed red pepper, like yellow sunflower seeds in powdered blood. Marinara sauce made fresh from boiled tomatoes.
Mixed together, poured over a fresh lobster and linguini.
Forkfuls, washed down with Chianti!
“Your entire poem need not be spicy or relate to spices (though that is fine too!) You can add “spice” or a derivative of the word with a subtle pinch. Be creative. Just remember that a quadrille must be exactly 44 words, excluding the title…”
harvest moon first tingle on the tongue of that spicy sauce