hiss

The signs inform hikers that the shelter at the summit won’t protect them and advises them to descend “immediately” if they see dark clouds or hear “hissing in the air.”

And, of course, “Brown food tastes good” reminded you that color signals flavor, that the hiss and smell of fond in a pan promised richness waiting to be coaxed into a sauce.

The fat hissed in greeting, and within seconds the kitchen was filled with oregano’s scent.

Even as broadband replaced the hiss of a modem, dial-up lingered, especially in rural communities where high-speed internet still hasn’t reached.

Yet that allegiance puts it uncomfortably close to hissing, “Look what you made me do.”