Dear Dairy
Tonight I feel that you and I should renew our acquaintance. I don't mind a few nuts joining us. Just this once, as long as they are quite whole. Your milk chocolate face is so welcoming as I sneak off into the kitchen after banishing my children to bed tonight.
I do have a problem with your crinkle though. It's particularly loud. Although on occasion it does sound like the Lemon Creams, which is a saving grace.
Dearest Dairy, it's been a long day filled with thoughts of Kombucha. I promise that I am not enamoured of that living being. Although, I was a bit tempted at the Kombucha's blueberry-infused ice cream picture. It simply flaunted its creaminess. But never fear, I might have salivated but its you I have come to find at the end of this day.
Did you know that some people have to carry a permit to carry you to families in our city tonight? You are not considered essential services, along with light bulbs at Spar and baking trays at Pick n Pay.
I do want to reassure you, you are essential in my home during lockdown. Just a little meeting at the corner or even on the square. Now and then. When the children are in bed and HH is practicing his piano.
Farewell, my sweet Dairy, I look forward to our next intimate meeting.
Yours to the very last nut,
Me
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