Drowned in Spice

Today is National Pepper Pot Day, one that’s fitting, as we feast into the new year.

But…what do we do when something like a pepper pot wants to reach us?

Enjoy it?

🍲🔥🍲🔥🍲🔥🍲🔥🍲🔥

O pepper pot, succubus winks from the stove,

First taste on buds, savouriness locked in recall

Father drowned in the viscous, moist icebergs of tender beef chunks

Doses of cayenne and cinnamon inflame his tongue

Then stay, a lovingly wrapped gift from her, heart aglow.

🍲🔥🍲🔥🍲🔥🍲🔥🍲🔥

An original epulaeryu by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.

Today is National Pepper Pot Day, one that’s fitting, as we feast into the new year.

But…what do we do when something like a pepper pot wants to reach us?

Enjoy it?

🍲🔥🍲🔥🍲🔥🍲🔥🍲🔥

O pepper pot, succubus winks from the stove,

First taste on buds, savouriness locked in recall

Father drowned in the viscous, moist icebergs of tender beef chunks

Doses of cayenne and cinnamon inflame his tongue

Then stay, a lovingly wrapped gift from her, heart aglow.

🍲🔥🍲🔥🍲🔥🍲🔥🍲🔥

An original epulaeryu by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.

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