Spice Novels & Stories

"Can we talk about something else? This is giving me a headache like nothing else." "How's the food?" Samuel swiftly chimed, not wasting any time. Kali appreciatively answered. "Marvellous. They have a few spices I haven't had before." "You can tell which spices were used?" "Sometimes, yes. I use a lot of the same spices for most dishes and can usually spot them out in a meal." "What can you taste?" "Ginger and garlic are definite, maybe cilantro, but I can't be sure." "You know what I can taste." She shook her head. "Chicken."

“You and food are different, baby. I can’t live without food, but-“ “You can live without me?” He cut off, his eyebrow raised. I shook my head and said, “No. No. I can’t live without food, but the food is tasteless without you.” I repeated my statement in the full version. “I’m a spice then.” “You are. You’re the spice of my life. It affects not only the food but my life in all aspects.” “Hm.” “Believe me, baby.” “Why are you so good at talking?”

“I won’t say you’re lame if you don’t make fun of my cooking too much.” She kisses me on the cheek. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” I sip my coffee as she takes the first bite and chews thoughtfully. Then, she stands and walks over to my spice cabinet. “I thought you were sure they wouldn’t be that bad,” I say. “They’re not.” I laugh at the hesitance in her tone. “Fine, tell me what I did wrong.” She returns to the island with an armful of spices. “They just don’t have a lot of depth of flavor. It’s just…egg and salt. But if you add a pinch of dill, a sprinkle of marjoram—”

Chapter 121 Vivian Point of View "It has a slight saline taste," stated Alexander. We were having macaroni for breakfast when he started talking about it. I agreed and nodded. There was a hint of salt in the cuisine. Still, it was passable. "A new spice was added," I informed Alexander. "Can you taste it?"I grinned as he gave a small shake of his head. Naturally, some people find it difficult to taste new spices in meals. "Something like a dry medical spice," I replied.

I entered the kitchen and began cooking, with Kai's help. "Okay, how do I use a knife?" he asked, and I pursed my lips, only to have him laugh. "I'm kidding." I breathed a sigh of relief, then gathered all the ingredients I needed. I always preferred using fresh seasonings instead of powdered ones. My mother had taught me how to make homemade seasoning blends, using ingredients like garlic, cilantro, celery, chives, pimento, and hot peppers.

Uncle Martin helped by putting our chosen vegetables into the shopping cart. "These vegetables will make our soup more delicious," Uncle Martin said with a smile. I nodded. "That's right, Uncle. And we also need additional spices to give it a better flavour." We continued our journey to the spice section. I picked up some herbs like garlic, ginger, and other spices there. Uncle Martin added salt and pepper to the shopping cart. "Don't forget the olive oil," I said, pointing to the bottle of olive oil on the next shelf. "Olive oil will give our dishes a distinctive aroma and flavour."

He picked up his spoon. Paused. Looked at her. Then took a bite. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then he froze. Not because it was bad. Because it wasn’t. The flavor hit him all at once, soft, warm, and impossibly full. The rice was rich with coconut, creamy without being heavy, the tomatoes mellowed into something sweet and deep. The spices didn’t shout. They whispered. They settled slowly on his tongue, blooming layer by layer, like they had been waiting for him to notice them.

Then came the food: jollof rice, grilled fish, fried plantain, and peppered snails—Owen’s recommendation. “I hope you’re not allergic to spice,” he said with a mischievous grin. Sophia lifted an eyebrow. “After everything I’ve survived?” she said, her voice low and teasing. “I am the spice.” Owen laughed—a real laugh, the kind that didn’t ask for permission. And Sophia found herself joining in. It wasn’t performative. It wasn’t cautious. It was easy. And that… that felt rare. They talked for hours. Not about Liam.

"The roasted fish suffices to fill my stomach if I place some spices on top of it." "As per the orders of my boss." He immediately put his hand in his pants pocket and took out some spices. "Don't say you always keep spices in your jeans pocket now." I stared at him in disbelief. "No, not at all. I ordered pizza before going to church, and in my rush, I forgot to take the spice pouch out of my pocket." "Oh, but the flavor of the food has improved significantly because of your spices." "Thank you, Mr. Woods." "Oh, is my lovely wife say

she exclaimed. Giving her a disbelieving look, Jason took a spoonful from his bowl, his eyes broad in wonder. Everette quickly shoved a spoonful into her mouth to confirm, and after a second her tongue darted out to lick her lips. "It is surprisingly delicious," Everette confirmed. "Who knew I would prefer a broth made of heavy spices to the refined, light broth I am used to in Nashville?" Candice murmured around a mouthful "The spices are heavenly; it is so heavy and it lingers over your tongue like butter."