"Délicieux" drabbles by VerityAlways

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Finding the nectar in noir

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Sun soaks from the large window of the coffee shop, playing with the gauze curtains to create a golden aurora borealis. The air filled with roasted arabica, can bring a momentary sojourn to any mood.
The charming voice of the charismatic barista alerts me to her question.
"Why would you skim?"
Its crema. It's bitter.
(Knowing smile)
The joy is when you stir it. The bitter is also a part of the espresso, journey of beans. What you taste is the evolution, smooth, dark, bitter, a culmination of the perfect blend.
Savor it, dear.
Let the bitter perfect you.

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Sup-pressed

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Last night, nodding at insomnia, I hoped if sleep would ever dream of me
when my senses became victims of a contradictory surprise.
It passed the snap test, but that's not the end. Individually the mouthfuls would've disgusted anybody's experience, but this weird combination seems to stick around.
A pressed coin of coveted dark chocolate and simple wrapping opens a world of surprise by a gust of mint wind, amazed by the intense flavor, hoping to finish it.
Half an hour into convincing myself that these 2 wrongs turned into 1 right. A wishful thinking for many of my wrongs?

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Drowned

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The path isn't easy, but I'm famished after hours of storming around the isles of possibilities, only to find myself in a land of contemplation.
I snail towards the kitchen, where my eyes meet an empty glass and spoon. I subconsciously and rhythmically find a remedy.
The percolation dissolves my island, my mind, worries melting swiftly. I savor this paradox. Warm hands envelop the balls of snow (worries), melting them, and they disappear. Such fine moments where I hope and taste the warmth in the cold.
I'm mesmerized how some sinful spoons of affogato can be a compass to restart.

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A Satiating Trance

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A faint scent transports me to sakura season in Japan. Nature draped in blossom pink. The hues painting my mood and tickling daydreaming powers teleporting me in that tangent.
While my tongue, captivated, faces the torment of mesmerizing sweetness. Where the pastry crumbles and the clafoutis compete to cheer me and fill my cavities. I can only surrender.
They settled to be a sojourn in the surroundings of splitting reality.

Like we all have shades, the cherry has its own too. A pit brings me back to reality, stoning my senses.
But only your dreams don’t need pruning
Bon Appétit!

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disagreeing agreeably

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PBJ ah! nay! but butter and jam yay, yay!
cookies and cream flurries? brownie and ice cream mercy, please!
dumplings, wantons disliked? such a shame!
dimsums? I don't play the game
white chocolate, too white, but dark, hits the mark
na na, pina colada, pina never right with collida!
fries in ice cream, yuck! but fried ice cream is just another luck
cheddar cheese and apple pie? never too late to die
Emma n'a pas aimé Macron désolé macaron. but coconut macaroon, Elle plus aime.
the saucer can be a tender offer but the coffee the shorter, bolder much better!

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Slain

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(Sharpening noise of blades)
People always ask, What is your dream? What profession?
I always had a different answer every time.
But I realized I was naturally good at this.
(Honing blades)
Why? It could be a fact when your Index finger and Ring finger are the equal lengths, one could handle scissors and blades better.
I prefer to make the process less painful. I smooth the skin, lay the limbs and slice through the tissues of tenacity, tearing the skin. Crossing, cutting, slashing, ripping through the tight cells creating an unconventional canvas.
I'm an artisanal baker. I score bread.

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Orangealicious!

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Neville's Seville kindles the excitement,
I watch the video and read the recipe with,
anticipation and enlightenment
start making the arrangement
including the acidic and astringent-
orange, egg, almond meal, sugar, baking powder
gathering the tools of the experiment-
blender and mug

In an ongoing orange war
substitute orange juice ashore
and measurement faux
I manage the batter row!
It looks more yellow and
orange a far fellow
but will it taste mellow?
It is keto
say no to cheat-o!!

All set in the mug
microwave plugged
tensions tug
orange tang is a drug
Ding!
Sunrise!!, I'm in luck!!

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Trick or Treat

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They would come in troops searching for me. I have to rush and clear soon.
I wore my gloves, laid the plastic and all the butchered parts on the bench. My MO was different. I started with the red-painted fingers that were oozing blood. Then legs, the vitals trickling till the toes and finally the torso, where I had thrust and tormented with the knife and sewed.
I assembled the parts on the pit. Placed the RIP tombstone, poured the rest of the red and covered it with mud.
Ding-Dong!

They came hungrily for the Halloween themed cake.

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Flak-ed!

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Dear Diary,
I seek forgiveness for my sins. Does everyone think Gluten is gluttony? Well, my wardrobe guillotined me! I need to shed and get in shape.
I joined the local duo for a grand transformation for the 3-day plan.
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Day 1- They were lenient. It was a blending session after the heavy douse of eggs.
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Day 2- Battered by butter for breakfast. To counter those calories, I ran 27 laps then lost the count!
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Day 3- Somersaults, in the sweltering Sun! I collapsed and curved!

Results? Flaked, tanned and scorched!

The morning rush beelined for Coffee and 'Croissants'.

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Pie in the Sky!

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I was trapped, a trance. Maybe, Dundee? I met Charlotte and Lord Lamington.
It transformed as trekking in the Black Forest somewhere in Battenberg. I hoped to not trip and Blackout. The only stream of silver was the Moon.
Treading saw an Angel performing ballet to the tune of an Opera. Like the twin of Anna Pavlova.
It transpired as a trick. I tripped into a Funnel pit. It turned Upside- Down. I felt Miserable.
Traces of Honey lingered, but Ginger thrust more. I woke to the sound of Pounds jingling.
What a weird Dromme!
Oven timer jingled! The Cake!!

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Puffed!!

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How could you trick me? I know who you are, what you look like...

Did they mask you as MalasaDas in Hawaii?

What if the Netherlands never gave you away, Oliebol?

Croatians cloak you as FritUle,

Will Greek give away, Loukoumades?

Don't you think they will find out you're FilHós planted in Portugal?

Could Italians camouflage you as CastagNole?

Suppose Spaniards bury you as BUñuelos,

Could you take cover as Timbits in Canada??

Whatever you are and wherever you stay, you will remain as Doughnut Holes as long as you deliver the same taste or even better in my door!

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Midnight Ritual

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It was late at night, but she couldn't contain it. It was time.
Time, she had to perform the ritual. Only this could save her, heal her, make her complete again.
As per the traditions, she carefully detangled the lock of hair, placed them in scorching water and whispered the spell. In just a few minutes, the water bubbled, blackness amassed, vapors appeared. The spell worked.
She also had to make a potion. She leafed through the papyrus scripts and completed them.
Next, to create a mixture of both.
She smiled radiantly; the magic worked.
Voila! the pasta is ready!!

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Spherical Conundrum!

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Black- Oh my! Look at that woman who just entered.
Brown- Well, it seems she’ll make the Friday extra special.

Black- I have an intuition. This one will pick either of us.
Brown- I hope, Oh! She’s walking towards us! Straighten up!

Black- Charm mode, On!
Brown- Did you see that radiant smile?

Black- I’ve already started to melt. Boy! Can she decide soon?
Brown- What? Not those cheap crowd-pleasers. Look at us!

Black- My jaws ache. I haven’t been smiling this hard.
Brown- Look at me, pretty please…

The woman finally ordered both Black(dark) and Brown(milk) Lindt Lindors

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The Addiction

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They mock me. They know, how dearly I want it.

The ticks of the clock intimidating. Every hour feels like a day.
My hands, shivering, palms clammy. The need, the urge, slithering like a serpent, down my spine.

Just one more! What do I have to lose?
But will I stop? and turn into a recluse.

They told me about it,
recovery and the route,
addiction and the root.
But will I give in and be devout?

Can I forget and focus?
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Their words echo, it will result in hallow.

I count the truffles again -The Chocolate Advent Calendar

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I Swear by Coffee!

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List of eclectics (eclectic is the price, but weird…) coffee blends

Darth Vader- Only if gifted

Death wish – 200% caffeine! Right, for and by Miss Killer

Chipotle ground- To blow your nose and mind

Whisky Barrel, Coffee Wine- For the 2 in one after dinner company.

Nitrogen – For geeks

Weasel Puke, Vanilla Monkey Spit- Yeah from their mouth to ours

Black Ivory, Civet, Luwak, Jaku Bird – Do not google it (especially faint hearted, don't go gaga on this)

Other ‘Sins’ – citrus, cotton candy, blueberry, lavender, pork/beacon, maple, green tea, cola, salted caramel and eggs.

Decaf, anyone?

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French Quarter Coffee

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I’ve been told… the pearls that roll out of my tongue are bitter; yes, blame my coffee!!

The French Civil war gave birth to one of the finest blends, Chicory Coffee, in the Crescent City. Initially, chicory was added due to the scarcity of coffee and it softened the bitterness of roasted coffee. Now, the half and half of Chicory and Coffee is an eclectic blend.

For more than a century, Café du Mond has been serving the Café au lait, along with hot pillowy beignets loaded with powdered sugar.

Ready to ditch your Cup o’ Joe for New Orleans?

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Suicide Forest

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I couldn’t control, had to step in for they lured me, calling my name and was hypnotized by their charm…
Their smell lingered, time and again they rotated, few were feline, few in disguise and lush green…

I wish, I was caught by any sprit, who could do justice to that ticket!
40 minutes?! That’s all I could get, to have any pretty little plates that came on that belt!!

From matcha mousse, cupcakes, macarons, crepes, cake sickles, strawberry shortcakes, pancakes, cat shaped chocolate, cotton candy, custard bao, dango dumplings and savories and drinks!!

Rather get lost in this forest?

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The Turkish Trick!!

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Imagine, you are salivating on the riot of flavours and you walk towards the one thing that will calm your lust!

Then suddenly it swings like a pendulum from your left to right, below your chin to above your shin!

Then it does a slight nod to the cheek and kiss to your nose.
But you still don’t have the rose!

They disappear in a second and appear quickened and thickened! And your threatened.

When it slid down you blackened and when it mounted you reddened!

Eventually, when you are slackened, he reckoned.

Ready to scream for your ice cream?

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I Hate to...

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I hate to…
break like Brittle
melt like Chocolate Sphere or Gelato
be soft like Pudding or Beignets
sound like Pretzels or Rocky Road
talk like Tulumba or Turkish Delights
be tall as Croquembouche
be deceptively simple like Tiramisu or Panna Cotta
reveal layers like Baklava or Mille Feuille
cram as Éclair or Cannoli
be scrambled like Eton’s Mess
be caught dribbling at Lemon Meringue Tart
be as ordinary as Pancakes and Waffles
be the twin of a Brookie
be baptized as Pavlova

I wish I was like a Trifle, Cheesecake, Cinnamon Rolls
But I’m the Devil’s Decadent Chocolate Truffle!!

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Voila!!

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I pondered over ‘what’ that attached me to my job, similar to greasing butter and dusting sugar.

It’s an amalgamation of emotions like anxiety, disgust, worries, frustration; akin to the warm base of egg yolks, milk, cornstarch and cocoa. It’s inclusive of happiness which smells like melted chocolate. If we’re passionate about our work, then pleasure supersedes, just like oozing dose of chocolate when combined with the base. Our workload lightens, parallel to the soft peaks of egg whites and sugar.

The concoction, a delicious reward. I snapped out of reverie, when the soufflé tasted heaven, right off the oven!