July 18th 2022 - Cold Cider, Hot Night
How hot is it? It’s standing in the kitchen, at 1am, in just your boxers, drinking a cold magners ciders, hot. It tastes so crisp and cold, like how I imagine heaven is described in the bible. You died, standing at the pearly white gates, and you walk up to St. Peter and he just smiles and gentle forces a cold magners into your hand. You both exchange a smile. And as you take your first sip, it reminds you of your first legal drink you had at your local pub. It’s a sweet childhood memory - like the old food critic’s childhood memory of trying ratatouille. Melting you from the inside out. But you awake from this bliss memory and realise you’re Just standing in your kitchen, at 1am, on a Tuesday drinking a cider, in your boxers. Just because it was too hot to just lay in bed.