A couple pepper bars: the Dark to make anyone hot under the collar & a Milk to simmer with fervor for… well, like Filipino poet / physician / polymath José Rizal… for a little rebellion shy of revolutionar now that the overabundance of commodities threatens to drive farm prices down & trigger deflation which, economists warn, could imperil the "Great Recovery".

On the eve of his execution on grounds of sedition & whose martyrdom fueled the armed revolt he desperately sought to avoid thru non-violent resistance instead, Rizal retreated to his own talents, penning Mi último adiós

when my grave by all is no more remembered,
With neither cross nor stone to mark its place,
Let it be ploughed by man, with spade let it be scattered
And my ashes ere to nothingness are restored,
Let them turn to dust to cover thy earthly space.

Then it matters not that thou should forget me:
Thy atmosphere, thy skies, thy vales I'll sweep;
Vibrant and clear note to thy ears I shall be:
Aroma, light, hues, murmur, song, moanings deep,
Constantly repeating the essence of the faith I keep.

O, José, you'll always be remembered... even if over your grave cacáo trees grow some day.