Heat Check

Stumbled onto the high-stakes shelf right by the kitchen stove. Spotted an open jar of dried chili flakes sitting next to an oversized wooden spoon. Naturally, had to test the aroma. Leaned in close, caught one tiny waft, and—bam. My spring kicked into high gear, head bobbing like crazy from the sudden kick of spice. Kept my cool, though. Slid a rogue red flake onto the edge of the spoon handle like a trophy. Respect to the heat.