hot pepper

The first time I met Wole Soyinka, at an American literary event dinner, he offered me a small vial of hot pepper.

The contorni include things like a side of olive oil and long-cooked greens with garlic and hot pepper.

In vain the Goodwife tried to cure him with a dose of hot pepper tea.

There was chicken with a nice hot pepper sauce and rice and all kinds of vegetables and melons and dates and oranges.

They pushed off, scrambling into the boat, and we sent more silent, hot pepper after the legs that dallied.

After downing the red-hot pepper sauce, Nancy felt a little better, but hid her face in her pillow and refused to move.

He got me down on the floor, and rubbed a hot pepper on my mouth, and tried to make me eat it.