Last week, on my way to visit the Eiteljorg Museum,
I stopped for a snack at Cafe Patachou.
It had been years since I had had coconut cake and,
along with a mocha latte, I savored the smooth
creaminess of the icing with the flaky coconut.
And what of the textures of the latte?
Well, there was a grittiness to the cocoa flavor
that was beautifully set off by the foamy bubbles
of the froth. Yes, it was therapy which
I balanced that evening by having a salad for dinner,
equally good in its own way, but not nearly
as therapeutic.
equally good in its own way, but not nearly
as therapeutic.
Oh, Lordy!
ReplyDeleteI just put on two pounds simply looking at those pictures.
So did I, Dive, so did I, and I wasn't lookin' at it, I was eatin'. It's why I said, "Therapy's over. Nuthin' hurts, so it's worked. Don't need any more."
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