The Spice of Life

Mayo, mild and meek.
Dull the taste of Europa!
Then came Portugal.

Breaking through the bland:
Piri piri! Fiery feast!
Latin hearts on fire.

Bread so pale, so stale,
Bahian vatapá storms—
chilli-soaked samba.

Vindaloo so hot,
Scotsman cries into his pint,
Lisboeta grins.