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Launch Day
The aroma of black coffee seeped through the cracks of the doorway of The Sandhill Coffee House, piercing the early morning with the smooth, rich scent of roasted beans, and … hints of vanilla, spice, nuts, and Fall.It was an important day in York, Georgia – the day that the Sandhill Coffee House presented its seasonal line-up of new coffee blends.And people around the small town looked forward to the day – even the non-coffee drinkers. Not only did the coffee house launch its fall flavors of coffee … they launched new autumnal flavored hot teas, baked goods, and homemade soups.The invigoratin...
U
I realised, as she walked through the door, her arms so full of memorabilia of her life that she could barely see over the top of them, that this was the last of her things - she was really moving in here with me.We had been tentative about this move, there was so much working against us. She was going to cross an ocean to be with me, in awww.onedoor.cc country where she didn't speak the language. Hell, I barely spoke English. I learned it for the sole purpose of communicating with her better.She had so much more to learn though, but learn she did. She learned to enjoy the different flavours of our food - a...
Eggs
The True-Slip Non-Stick Skillet was a hit.Children screamed, amazed by Chef Benny’s culinary control over the pan. Housewives struggled to stay seated. The elderly cheered the loudest, the vigor of their voices ringing as in youth, subverting the smell of medicine on their breath.“One more time,” said Chef Benny, oblivious to the TV cameras. He swept his arms, pointing at each audience member in turn, giving of himself as if the studio were his home, the audience his family. “What’s wrong with other non-stick pans?”“They’re liars!” shouted the audience.“That’s right,” said Chef Benny. “Dirty,...
Anger is Best Cleansed Before Traveling
[Passing references regarding child abuse, elder neglect]Priscilla opened her almond-colored eyes. They fluttered, looking at the highest red, curtain she had ever seen. A curtain that reached into the darkness, touching an unseen ceiling. She looked around to acclimate herself. Nothing about where she stood looked familiar. I don’t remember this. I… I don’t know what’s I’m going on. "And now, here's our guest of honor. Welcoming, Priscilla Broooownnnnn… c'mon on in." An announcement boomed over the room. She couldn't place the voice, much like a singer she had heard several times during her e...