Write a short piece about a spice used in food

 

SPICES

My life is a comedy of errors. No really, it is. Like the time I tried to walk sexy in my new heels, just in time to trip and land on my ass, legs splayed as my date walked up the drive. Oh and how about the time I was trying to teach my fifth grade after-school club how to chop carrots and I got my finger instead. Hey, at least they got a lesson in first aid…and calling the paramedics when the sight of my own blood made me pass out. But I think the one that sticks out the most to me…perhaps because it happened just a few days ago and I’m still coughing because of it is the kitchen spice incident. I had a date with the absolute hottest guy in my night class. His name was…Joe? John? Well anyway, I won’t need to worry about him anymore.

 

I had decided to cook dinner for him, and no that wasn’t a dangerous thing to do because I don’t usually cut myself, although I may use the wrong ingredient on occasion. My younger sister was visiting for a couple of hours and unbeknownst to me, she let him in just as I was adding the final dash of spices to my dish. As he walked into the kitchen…and the lid came off of the vial of spices, a pouf of powder flew into the air, hitting both Joe or John and me in the face. Not overall a bad thing right? Well, then we started to cough. And then we couldn’t stop and we started to wheeze. Yep, and then my sister called the paramedics. Truthfully, I’m feeling much better now, two days later. I only cough once every couple of hours…for about ten minutes. I hope he’s okay, but I know he won’t be back. Who wants a woman who almost puts him in the hospital two minutes into their first date?

 

Oh, and just now I’m tangled in the darn phone cord and it will probably stop ringing before I can answer it. “Hello,” I breathe heavily, hoping someone is still there.

 

“Hi Lilliana, this is Joe. I…I was wondering if we could try again. But this time, we’ll let a restaurant do the cooking.