Restlessness from the previous nights had finally caught up with me on the fifth day. Silence filled my room until the 12 PM mark, at which point the lids were lifted to reveal half a day of lost productivity.
But the snooze time was appreciated - necessary, even. It promoted a period of relaxation otherwise unattainable throughout the work week.
But the snooze time was appreciated - necessary, even. It promoted a period of relaxation otherwise unattainable throughout the work week.
The singular creation of the week fused a craving for cushiony Taiwanese castella and smooth, creamy peanut butter.
A seemingly minor divergence from the previous editions, I took to the original butter-less formula then proceeded to incorporate 43 g of JIF Creamy. Results were extremely damp, with the top later wrinkly and sodden to the extent of resembling a PB-concentrated glaze. While delicious, the treat could not maintained mould-free at room temperature
A seemingly minor divergence from the previous editions, I took to the original butter-less formula then proceeded to incorporate 43 g of JIF Creamy. Results were extremely damp, with the top later wrinkly and sodden to the extent of resembling a PB-concentrated glaze. While delicious, the treat could not maintained mould-free at room temperature
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Any future re-attempts shall see my regular oil-for-butter swap and less fat to compensate for the man-made nut creation.
To appease the anxieties instilled by a last-minute summoning for an in-office meeting, I zoomed off to Meet Fresh.
To appease the anxieties instilled by a last-minute summoning for an in-office meeting, I zoomed off to Meet Fresh.
There, I secured a duo of Winter Melon Tea with Lemon and Herbal Tea w/Fresh Milk, Grass Jelly, and Mini Taro Balls. It was regrettable to declare the additional topping was soggy, offering a consistency far less chewy than desired. Quality of the Winter Melon Tea was in line with previous visits, however.
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And so arrived the dreaded day of PSOS discussion. Eager to escape the unmasked members of upper management, I dove out of the conference room and southbound to the Olde Oakvile Market Place on Cornwall.
The first stop at LCBO saw not the man who had inquired of my GOT7 lanyard, but instead the arrival of seasonal autumn ales - which was equally to my glee.
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Second was Starbucks, where a rather peculiar Apple Crisp Macchiato and Chimmichurri Chicken Sandwich constituted lunch.
"Is it spicy?" I had warily inquired the cashier.
"No." He responded, "At least not for me."
His words evoked doubt, yet I wended anyway. The decision had been executed in absence of sound judgement.
"Is it spicy?" I had warily inquired the cashier.
"No." He responded, "At least not for me."
His words evoked doubt, yet I wended anyway. The decision had been executed in absence of sound judgement.
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I navigated to Oakville Place after a few emails.
Traversing northbound led me to the Leighland entrance, where I stumbled upon an outdoor dining setup similar to that of Square One. Bulb lights and lounge seating had been omitted, making for a generally fundamental layout atop faux greenery.
Traversing northbound led me to the Leighland entrance, where I stumbled upon an outdoor dining setup similar to that of Square One. Bulb lights and lounge seating had been omitted, making for a generally fundamental layout atop faux greenery.
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The impromptu trip led me to Halloween Snoopy, providing olfactory assistance at Bath & Body Works, and the acquisition of an egg tart fridge magnet at Miniso.
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