Working on the poems, today I had bit of a breakthrough with the poems very little is written, a big part with the way I write is flow and what feels right, hard to express this is more than a feeling, it’s a guide as if my spirit is tasting different poems and like Goldilocks, it just knows what fits and what does not and what’s too hot and cold, yet when that, *this is just right* taste cross the delicate taste buds it’s locked in and we know what to order on this enormous menu. 218 more words
Move over, saison and orange juice beermosas. Excuse me, stout. There’s an intriguing new option for breakfast and brunch beer pairings.
It’s barley wine, or more specifically Early Bird Breakfast Barley Wine featuring maple syrup, from Cameron’s Brewing of Oakville. 898 more words
I don’t like butternut squash. Haven’t since I was a kid. I couldn’t even be tempted with the whole toasted-marshmallows-on-top trick that my mom tried to pull when it wasn’t even Thanksgiving just to make her kids eat some damn squash. 429 more words