Neon Crunch

I marched straight across the quartz kitchen counter toward an open ceramic bowl where a single, crooked Flamin' Hot Cheeto sat crowned on a white paper napkin. That craggy, electric-red dusting was practically calling my name! Without wasting a second, I stepped right up, grabbed the jagged snack with both hands, and hoisted it upright like a fiery crimson obelisk. With a sharp twist of my wrists, I snapped off the top curved tip—crunch! A burst of smoky, tangy heat hit the air, leaving a bold smudge of scarlet seasoning across my fingertips. Popping that fiery crumb onto my tongue gave me the absolute crispest morning kick!