Today’s project: Write about a food that I am passionate about. Tell, don’t show.
The room was a buzz with noise of people talking and the espresso machine pulling shot after shot. Today was my day off. I was grateful enough to get to spend it working on my writing at the local coffeeshop in town. The barista walks slowly to the bar where I am sitting, watching this all take place. The browned espresso compliments the whiteness of the steamed milk. The milk made in the shape of a flower, as if giving the barista the title of an artist in her own right. I raised the glass to my face and inhaled the subtle scent of espresso and vanilla. The taste was equally as rich, with the drink going down as smooth as melted butter.