Today I went to a farmer's market. While there, one of the vendors offered me a delicious looking concoction. They were selling fresh chocolate for drinking and baking. It was an experiment to see if he could successfully mix the drinking chocolate with beer and create a tasty new beverage. This was done on honour of the host (the market was being held at a local brewery, Steam Whistle).
Chocolate and beer are both not kosher right now, so I was stumped. I had already eagerly agreed to try it, and could not just walk away (one of the other vendors was a friend and my girlfriend was chatting with him. I was stuck. I felt slightly panicky, like I was about to break the law.
But then it hit me: just pretend to drink! I took a big hearty (fake) sip, planning what to say the whole time based on the spiel I had received while he blended and poured. I knocked it back with a flourish, praised its subtle mixture of flavours, and passed the cup over to my lady with a hearty "Try this!". Improv classes had served me well; I had dodged another bullet.
I also found I was having daydreams of desserts. Nothing specific, just the idea of them. I can't wait for this to be over.
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