The four food adventurers set off across Kensington Gardens armed to the teeth with treats from Whole Foods, making a beeline for one of the big brown benches installed under the disproportionately tiny shelters by the pond. Like seasoned explorers, they had sniffed out the hut and read the signs in the weather. Let others glibly rent a green and white striped deck chair...this group had a keen sixth sense for inclement danger. And also, the sun kept going behind giant black clouds and anyone could see the rain coming...
We were just opening the crinkly clear wrap on the silk white cone of goat's cheese when the hail started. It was difficult to restrain ourselves from sharing with the unwashed, but damp and pelted, masses who huddled up next to our bench, spread as it was with this cheese and other glories. But we managed. I might have been heard to tell some kids "don't even think about having a bite of this cookie." My warning was lost in translation, should have said "biscuit." My cookie remained mine to the last crumb. Nice chocolate chips, very buttery, but not quite enough salt to be perfect.
Lost track of my intention to keep note of food costs.
Maybe I will switch intentions to keep track of heavy, starchy foods. I could seriously stand to lighten up.
And today's cappuccino was oh so very ordinary.
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