With your red ochre stained grains, you push my salivary glands
into overdrive with your perfume.Envisioning the first spoon.
As you hit my tongue, the slight spiciness sends aves of endorphins
up my neural pathways. My fingers involuntarily position the spoon for
the next bite.The next wave of euphoric delight awaits.
A lil ode i wrote to start my upcoming jollof rice recipe / blog post.