There's this thing, this really beautiful thing that happens when a dust of cinnamon and sugar fall on a cup of whipped cream. This is my guilty pleasure. It's a fluffy, horchata cloud that dissolves on your tongue like, like...love? heaven? I'm really struggling with this simile and also, SURPRISE! my weight.
On a side note, babel fish translates horchata as "tiger nut milk." Not as appetizing.
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consider it a double-dog dare.
1 comment:
I loved this post! The first paragraph was so vivid, so descriptive--I can practically taste that concoction. And the kicker at the end was great. A lot captured in a brief post--nice!
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