Sunday, September 11, 2016

My First Malt in 50 (or So) Years


On the way to the Cove for paddling our kayaks this afternoon, Margie--who was hungry--and I stopped at Hardee's so she could get lunch. I wasn't hungry, but saw that they had malts. I love malts, so I got a strawberry. With whipped cream.

When the young woman brought our food, she gently sat the pink and white malt in front of me and smiled. "I hope it's good," she said. "It's my first one."

"Oh, it will be great," I said. "It's my first one, too. The first since I was your age." And yep. Damn good.

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