Some days I feel like I've hardly used my brain and sentences don't roll off my tongue. Phrases and terms are always stuck in between broken memories and disconnected thoughts, and when do they come up, I am Twisty the Clown – my tongue gets twisted and I look like a clown.
So today's my third attempt to have a chai latte, the first two times were with earl grey tea and they didn't really turn out as expected. My tastebuds rejected the concoction. While I try to tell myself, it's not so bad or I'm not doing something right, at the back of my mind, I'm telling myself to SUCK IT UP (pun intended), because I have 5 unopened chai concentrate sitting in my kitchen.
Switching up from almond milk, I've ordered a litre of oat milk (just one this time *stares blankly at my 5 litres of chai*) - as instructed by the right side of the chai concentrate. And all these brought about random conversations with Delon recently, discussion over milk, cows and agriculture.
Oh, discovering new things with friends, what a lovely process it is.
