There’s chocolate in all directions. Follow the directions!
I write the edges into the vanilla until it is maple.
You know, with just a little espresso today, I can sleep sometime next month.
I know my destination is around the next corner. On Aisle 5. Bottom row. The spaghetti sauce.
A Milky Way is made with chocolate-malt nougat and caramel and stars.
It’s a 1pm-Sunday-house: roast chicken, buttered new potatoes, fresh green beans, and apple pie. I’ll do the dishes. You go watch the game.
The dew rushes in, then the sun. Just follow the amounts beside each ingredient. It’s all there in the recipe.
I’m at the meat market. Takes the guy 10 minutes to hand me my Whiskey Sour.
Morning coffee needs me. How can I let it down?
“I’m well done,” I say.
“I’m rare,” he says.
“Well, there’s nothing wrong with our egos,” I conclude laughing.