Fluffy orange Cheetohs dipped,
or sometimes covered,
in bright red Louisiana Hot Sauce.
It was the first of many oddities
he taught me to enjoy.
I still remember holding the
orange and red mess gingerly,
as if the chip itself had been recently slaughtered.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes,
and placed the Cheetoh on my reluctant tongue.
The sharp and immediate tingle of the hot sauce
overwhelmed a little mouth
unused to such bold treats.
My teeth reacted quickly,
baring down on the cheesy chip,
and as its taste mingled with the tart sauce
the two distinct flavors became one,
My dad smiled as I held out
my orange and red stained fingertips
to ask for another.