Last night my brother-in-law Michael created a caffeinated masterpiece. He’s already a very talented latte maker, but last night he added some coconut depth that just took it to a whole new level. It was so delicious it made me emotional–for a minute I thought I might even cry. It was just beyond words; it was even beyond poetic expression. So smooth, rich, and foamy, with a flavor that was pleasing at first taste but quickly crescendoed into ecstasy. It was unbelievable. It was such an amazing creation that it caused a dilemma: to drink it meant that it would be no longer, but not drinking it was not even to be considered.
In the end I followed the advice of a beer billboard I saw: Sip. Savor. Repeat.
A portrait of the artist as a (barely) young man:
Wow. Michael, I think I lost some respect for you after seeing those slippers.
Christi
Christi, I think it’s just one of those artistic eccentricities.