Barista Creme [Lily]
Yesterday I found out that not only Heaven is in India, but the best coffee shop Barista Crème, is, too. And we’re talking better than Starbucks. I happened to order a Swiss Chocolate Shake, and Clara happened to copy me. Emma got a boring old strawberry smoothie. “It didn’t even taste like a smoothie. It tasted like a milkshake. But It was still good,” quotes she in a whiny voice. My shake was as rich as melted Hershey’s chocolate bars with sweet, creamy vanilla ice cream and thick, delicious real whipped cream topped with chocolaty chocolate sauce and a sprinkle of sprinkles. It was refreshingly cold and felt sooo good trickling down my hot throat. We shared an appley apple pie with custardy custard. Mom got a latte with caramel sauce.
To get to this section of heaven, we happened to take a cab in which the driver happened to be smoking pot. The smoke kept blowing into my face. If you would like more details on this interesting experience, you’ll have to pry them out of my mother, who for some reason, won’t write on this blog.
posted by Jim Hartley | 8:37 AM
2 Comments:
Nice work Lily! You are a good blogger. Out of the abundance of the heart, the blogger writes. Your growing heart would seem at present to be a foodie's heart, setting aside it's sibling rivalry facet (surely a passing phase). I'll bet your Mom could write as eloquently about authentic Indian cuisine as you do about the ice-creamy stuff. She only needs to get in touch with her inner child-foodie. Love, Grandpa.
Foodie: A person who has an ardent or refined interest in food; a gourmet: “in the culinary fast lane, where surprises are expected and foodies beg to be thrilled” (Boston Globe).
I demand more details! I would try to pry them out of your mother, but I don't want to be impolite, so you'll have to do it for me, Lily. Tell her the whole world is watching.
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