Indira Ganesan, Drinking Chocolate, 2018
Let me try to describe it. You open your mouth to take a taste, but it is like swallowing a thick river. Then you remember to sip, and the maneuver works. It is chocolate, but more so, in a cafe crowded for the weather, customers lined up for “hugs in mugs” ( TM) and hot mocha. I order two thin chocolate lemon peels, thinking of espresso. The taste complements, tart sweet. Actually, that is almost the name of a smoothie here, made with beets, cukes, and more good things. An eleven-year-old in this sweet shop orders it ; bless him.
