"Well technically if you're a song writer you are a poet but that's besides the point. Let's see now." He starts on his first bite of the concoction. Between chews he wags his finger and throws out descriptions. "Sweet and tangy- acid and the tang of the syrup both at work. Here comes the heat." His face grows a little red as it kicks in. "Mouth burning but good nonetheless." He coughs a little as he swallows. "Very strong mixture."

Then he shovels another forkful into his mouth.