I’ve got a hot date tonight…

I think we should call it a “purple,” just like an orange.

Be still, my beeting heart.

Like an upside-down pie.

Not just for frankfurters.

The sauce is the boss.

Think cold-weather thoughts.

Why did the tomato blush? Because it saw the salad dressing.

A plethora of piquant pleasure.

You can think of it as bacon and onion with kale, if you’d rather.