lies, so many lies

The first bag of PRE-SLICED Pepperidge Farm Mini Bagels I ever bought did not contain a single bagel that was sliced. This is the second bag. They are only sliced halfway through. I feel so lied to as a customer. 😬

Pepperidge Farm Mini Bagels image
Pepperidge Farm Mini Bagels

 

the compulsion

I’m sure everybody has been there. This is not new. I’ve had to silence a few on FB since last fall due to 18-hour-a-day compulsive Trump posting on the order of 50+ a day every day. I can’t look at that face all the time.

People can post what they want. I do. We’re all here voluntarily. My Opera community taught me that well.

headlong coffee rush

I have a moka pot (AKA caffettiera or Bialetti) that makes six little cups of espresso. I like to make each batch at capacity, pour all six into one coffee mug, and start my day that way. I might ought to stop doing that, but once in awhile I enjoy it very much. The rush can be nice unless I’m in the middle of Charlotte traffic or the like, then I have to do mental calming maneuvers.

One time I ordered a large iced coffee in a bookstore. It was so good that I gulped it down. Before I left the store, I stopped myself a couple of times by thinking, “did I just scream?” ☕ 😱

lonely carts club

Owner of a lonely heart
Much better than a
Owner of a broken cart

Cast off
May they one day again know the feeling of weight on their bearings
The loving grip of a shopper’s hands
And never get a flappy wheel

 

 

wine

I’m liking these California zinfandels (the two outer bottles). They dance around on the tongue, flame the sinuses, and seem quite boozy.  It’s a lotta fun from grapes.