Experimental fiction piece.
Fortunately the Americans among us knew this app -- apparently very popular in America -- that you can use to split of balances with your mates, which we did, even before we settled with restaurant.
Americans call it Whole foods, not Whale foods, but you can never count on them to be consistent, but yeah we have more of those nice stores opening up around here in the South and it's wonderful, and great look into the American mindset in a way we all like and respect.
I regret everything I've said already.
It's just so hard being gluten intolerant despite you know, all the progress we've made. It's good that my friend calls me gluutey cutey as well as his wife, because if he called just me, it'd be a little weird, though of course it's a misnomer because of course I don't do glootey, so it's the opposite of the nickname I should have.
The cafe in Brixtonville, the burnt toast cafe, a whole bunch of us went there. The lady there recognized us, and she was so excited to have us there! They've got toasters, all the bread you can have, jams, butter, marmite, anything you want to have, they've got it there. For eight pounds, you can eat all the bread and butter and jam and marmite you ever want. It's a little boy's dream. You can cook it as well as you can.
The best pudding is...a...cheesecake. Cheesecake, non-baked, ratio 50-50 to a buttery base and cream cheese. I like a pan, two teaspoons of it, and I'm done. No toppings, I don't care. I hate it with a small base, a large gloopy cheesecake and disgusting topping. The base needs to come up to at least half. I'm alright with everything as long as it's been meeting the 50% ratio.
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