Starbuck’s Horchata

“Why does this cinnamon almond milkshake taste like maple?” This question lingered with me for some time. It bounced around in my head hours after the brittle plastic cup found its new home in the garbage can next to my desk. Cards on the table, I’ve never been a fan of Starbucks. It’s infuriating to …

The Beast

Arrive at 10:30am, told 15 minutes wait. Go wander for fifteen minutes through the residential neighbourhood. Steal flowers from an old woman’s garden. Return 10:45am. Told five minutes wait. Seated at 10:59am. Waitress arrives and takes our full order at 11:01am, as we’re hungry and regretting not snacking more before brunch. Food arrives at 11:46am. …

For those who eat.

For those who crave, for those who feast, for those who cook and those eat We’ll set a sheet ‘pon yonder table; neat cutlery and crew our chef will toil, the cooks will curse as they’re our good friends too with boiling pots and sizzling pans, with overflow’in’ bowls and straining fans with berries, breads, …