‘Plip plop plip plop plip plop… plink!’ She’d been accustomed when idling in a bath steeped in Epsom salts to predict when the surface tension of a swelling drip could no longer hold the water behind it. Give or take a fraction of a second she’d been correct. The drop had broken from the faucet’s… Continue reading Señor Quispe’s Predicament and the Imperfection of Contentment
Tag: Satisfaction
Is there anything more satisfying, in a culinary sense, than sucking the paella rice from a clam shell?
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