Lotsa meat sauce.
Marinara or Alfredo?
Not fond of either, but I would probably ride a horse again before I would get on a two-wheeled raging death trap (yeah, I'm really not fond of motorbikes).
Win the big game or win an arts award (e.g. since we are a writing site, the Mann Booker)?
There's an element of heat in this story.
Consuming Fire of Her Desire - Elements comp entry