Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Immersed in ounces at the self-serve Coco Swirl

Words can't express how much Whoozyerkid and I just want to pull up a wheeled chair, stick our heads under the spigots at Coco Swirl; mouths agape, wanting, wanting, propelling ourselves left and right and left again like baby birds being fed by multiple mamabirds. Oh. It. Is. So. Good. The homemade mochi, the tart and plain yogurt, the fresh fruit, the CHOCOLATE creaminess. For lunch, dinner, dessert breakfast--whatever. We are lost, hopelessly lost in the swirl.

And it is a certain purgatory we find ourselves in when our cups house just air and our spoons seek cold resistance only to return to our trembling lips empty. Empty. Empty.


Anonymous said...

hey, thanks for stopping by my blog. I'm excited to know about you - we're practically neighbors! now we're cyberfriends. perhaps someday we'll meet CocoSwirl.

Anonymous said...

p.s. we totally arranged this in advance. then never spoke of it again.

favorites on the computer is just a high-tech version. go forth and create! Whatever works for ya!

Looking forward to reading more of your posts. yer funny!!!

Oh, here's MY CocoSwirl post. : )

Shaken Mama said...

Hey wait I didn't authorize this friendship between my friends!!! Well, OK, in retrospect, you have my blessing.