Nothing much happened today. I woke up, took a nice dump, brushed my teeth and ate food. (Maybe I shouldn't have put all those things in the same sentence.)
Anyway, in the evening after Ilina came home from school, we were both very hungry. So we ordered from McDonald's and I shamelessly asked for a Large Masala Grill Meal with Piri-Piri fries. Keeping to their trusty promise of delivering within 29minutes, our food arrived soon after. We distributed the contents.
She walked hastily to her room, her hands full of delicious edibles. The tops of the fries popping out of their cover teased her arm as she walked. She set down the glass of coke, burger, fries and masala on the little cupboard by her window. There, in the afternoon light filtering in through the curtains, her food gleamed in yellow splendor. She emptied her fries into a paper bag, adding the intended masala generously and then gave it a good shake. She shook the little paper bag to an unknown beat, listening to the fries bump against each other and the walls of the bag. She could almost hear the crunch as the aroma from the spices seemed to penetrate from the paper to her nose. She opened the bag to expose slender, gorgeous french fries, each covered uniformly in red spices. She took a long piece and bit into it. An explosion of flavour spread over her tastebuds like hyacinth over a still lake.
My picture for today is that greasy, fattening, over-filling, indulgent meal.
(My stomach still complains.)
Anyway, in the evening after Ilina came home from school, we were both very hungry. So we ordered from McDonald's and I shamelessly asked for a Large Masala Grill Meal with Piri-Piri fries. Keeping to their trusty promise of delivering within 29minutes, our food arrived soon after. We distributed the contents.
She walked hastily to her room, her hands full of delicious edibles. The tops of the fries popping out of their cover teased her arm as she walked. She set down the glass of coke, burger, fries and masala on the little cupboard by her window. There, in the afternoon light filtering in through the curtains, her food gleamed in yellow splendor. She emptied her fries into a paper bag, adding the intended masala generously and then gave it a good shake. She shook the little paper bag to an unknown beat, listening to the fries bump against each other and the walls of the bag. She could almost hear the crunch as the aroma from the spices seemed to penetrate from the paper to her nose. She opened the bag to expose slender, gorgeous french fries, each covered uniformly in red spices. She took a long piece and bit into it. An explosion of flavour spread over her tastebuds like hyacinth over a still lake.
My picture for today is that greasy, fattening, over-filling, indulgent meal.
(My stomach still complains.)
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