Nothing much more to it than that to be honest, here's my rant.
Picture this, the morning is cold and crisp with the frost from the night before. It's early, early enough that's the Sun's friend is still lingering over the horizon.
You walk, what feels like endlessly to the bus station. Your bag's heavy so you place it down, you shoulder aching from the trip down. Once the bus comes you think of the coffee waiting for you once you get to your final destination (not the movie, no gore in my family friendly fictional story).
People flood into the bus, their bodies filling the empty spaces and makeing the air denser. After 20 minutes of this you exit the viahcle, thanking the driver as you get off, along with life for there being an exit.
You walk up the winding streets to your destination, reaching it after what feels like a century.
You go into the little cafe and decide to get some cookies along with your drink.
You take a bite... BLOODY BROWNED BUTTER AGAIN!
Where can I guys get some normal bloody butter cookies. 'It rounds out the flavour' I DON'T CARE, PUT CINNAMON IN IT! The end\~
Ps: whenever I bake cookies I don't brown the butter, I use a brown sugar and white sugar mix and a lot of cinnamon xx. #drink #food source