I am an English lecturer at KCC, writer, poet, and freelance editor. When not teaching, writing, or editing, I am painting 28mm-scale wargaming miniatures.
The Taste of Love is Much Too Spicy & Hot
Year of the Rooster Contest. February entry. Prompts: Love. Word Count: 100. Gloss: barok (Ilocano): son.
With a wire scoop ladle, Magdalena fished golden-brown four-pointed stars out of the simmering oil. This time it didn’t matter that the crab rangoons were Pinterest-imperfect.
After setting the bowl onto the table, she popped one into her mouth and gasped. Too much red pepper flakes. She double-checked the recipe. Teaspoon, not tablespoon. “Julio, don’t eat it. It’s too spicy.”
He bit a rangoon in half, coughed, and chewed.
“Don’t force yourself, barok.” Magdalena poured him a glass of milk.
With his head sweating and face flushed, Julio swallowed, “But I wanna eat ‘em because we wen make ‘em together.”