Spice 소설 & 이야기

Chris looked at Paige and said, "What do you want to eat? I'll have the kitchen make it for you." Paige thought for a moment. She did not know what she wanted to eat but had a strong desire for something specific. Tina smiled and asked, "Paige, are you craving something spicy?" "Spicy?" Tina nodded with a smile. "Yes, when I was pregnant with Mia, I especially liked spicy food." As superstition stated, spicy food for girls and sour foods for boys. Paige remained silent. “However, this time, I’m loving sour foods,” Tina continued.

I asked Alex. "I hate spicy food." replied Alex. I want to laugh at Alex's answer, but I think it will offend him. "Why? Is there any trauma?" I asked curiously. "Yes, I once ordered a seafood wrong. I thought it tasted the same, but it turned out to be very different. In fact, very far away. When I ate it, my tongue felt like it was on fire. My lips were red, so I was told it was like I had used red lipstick." he answered while looking down.

A light pop escaped into the air as I tore it open. Adeline’s eyes lit up. “I think the same too.” She tilted her body towards me, the pack of chips hanging from her hands that leaned on the armrest between us. Some chips peeked out from the yellow package. “So you eat chips a lot?” “With juice. orange juice." I put some into my mouth. The crunchy sound filled my ears, leaving a satisfying feeling in its wake. The chips crunched to pieces. It was more sweet than salty, and I preferred the salty ones. The vanilla flavor coated my tongue, but a surprising hint of spice lingered afterward. I tilted the package to check its name—I’d never tasted spicy vanilla.

The moment the spaghetti hit my tongue, I could taste all those amazing flavors… all of the sauce, cheese, and herbs. A small moan slipped past my lips. He grinned at me. “Delicious, isn’t it?” Indeed, it was. But then I detected that ingredient that I couldn’t quite place earlier. And it was—um… it was… “Are… are you alright? You’re turning red.” I opened my mouth to try to placate him, but instead, I burst into a coughing fit, attacked by what seemed like thousands of tiny specks of spice.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE CONSTANCE "It's a little bit salty," Edwin said. He was talking about the macaroni we were having for breakfast. I nodded in agreement. The food tasted a little salty. But, it was still okay. "They added a new spice," I told Edwin. "Can you taste it?" He shook his head slightly, and I smiled. Of course, not everyone would easily taste a new spice in a food. "Something like a dry medical spice," I said.

She thought for a while before she answered, “How about noodles?” “No,” I immediately refused. “Just a little?” She looked at me with doe eyes. “This wouldn’t work, Wife,” I stayed firm. I would give her anything she wanted, but spice? At this time? Not a chance! She was craving taste, but it could trigger heartburn and acidity issues. I couldn’t afford for her to be in any pain or complications, considering she had lost one of our children. If God forbid anything happened to another child, I wouldn’t be able to face her. “I would make your favourites, okay. Just not spice.”

Without looking, she took several big gulps, finally soothing the burn. Embarrassed by the situation, Sarah kept her head down, drinking water to cover up her awkwardness. She wasn’t fond of plain water, usually adding lemon for a bit of flavor, but to her surprise, this glass had a subtle hint of lemon. "The citrus helps counter the spice. Feeling better?" Zachary explained. Sarah dismissed it as coincidence: "Steven really doesn't hold back with the spices for his regulars." Her throat still burned. "I should have warned you," Zachary said, placing some butter-poached lobster. "These aren't spicy. They're best with the garlic

“Good enough.” I picked one up and took a cautious bite. The texture was dense, clinging to the roof of my mouth. Honestly? It wasn't terrible. It was incredibly dry, but not terrible. “This place desperately needs spices,” I mumbled around a mouthful of rice cake, looking for anything resembling pepper or depth of flavor. Jiji blinked again, stopping her work entirely. “What are spices?” I froze. I slowly turned my head to look at her, the half-eaten cake still in my hand. “You people... you don't know what spices are? Cinnamon? Nutmeg? Chili?”

Once we finished our simple meal, we wandered through the house as we waited. Most of the home had the look and feel of an ordinary house, but there were odd little details and objects that made me look twice. A shelf in the kitchen held small jars of spices, but rather than the usual garlic, pepper, or chili powder, the jars were labeled with things like Horehound, Solomon's Seal, and Myrrh.

I hesitate, glancing at the angry runes still smoking faintly on his chest. "I'll be quick," I promise, pressing a fast kiss to his burning forehead. "Don't move. Please." I slip out of bed and hurry to the kitchen, my new heightened senses making everything feel overwhelming. The fridge light is too bright. The sound of my own footsteps echoes strangely. I crave spice. Plenty of heat. And meat. The juicy, soft kind, oozing with spice. Oh, I can almost taste it. My hands move on autopilot as I throw together the spiciest pasta I can manage with extra chilli flakes, chunks of sausage and beef, garlic, and a heavy drizzle of oil.