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Aug. 24th, 2019 07:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pearwaldorfMy husband and I were at the biscuit place in the U-District, and they were playing The Best of Queen. We ate the best biscuits in Seattle and drank lattes flavored with hand-crafted brown butter and bourbon syrup.
It was just crowded enough to be interesting people watching. There was a gay couple: one with a t-shirt that said "Shut up liver, everything's fine" and I overheard the other saying something about a DILF shirt. A toddler in a stroller gummed on a bit of biscuit with jam on it and smeared it all over his face.
I finished the last bit of my cheddar-chive biscuit with roasted garlic butter and Beecher's cheese curds dipped in tomato jam and told my husband, "This is the stuff worth living for," while "You're My Best Friend" played in the background. It was fucking disgusting, and absolutely perfect.
It was just crowded enough to be interesting people watching. There was a gay couple: one with a t-shirt that said "Shut up liver, everything's fine" and I overheard the other saying something about a DILF shirt. A toddler in a stroller gummed on a bit of biscuit with jam on it and smeared it all over his face.
I finished the last bit of my cheddar-chive biscuit with roasted garlic butter and Beecher's cheese curds dipped in tomato jam and told my husband, "This is the stuff worth living for," while "You're My Best Friend" played in the background. It was fucking disgusting, and absolutely perfect.
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Date: 2019-08-26 03:36 pm (UTC)I just realized I'm hungry.
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Date: 2019-09-03 02:35 am (UTC)