Beverage Conspiracy

I had a family filled Sunday today. We went to dim sum during brunch time (11am). It kept me healthy yesterday (I resisted beautiful prawn crackers) with thoughts of plump har gao and salt & pepper squid running through my mind. As well as a perfect dan tat (egg tart) with soft, jelly-like egg custard encased in buttery (or more likely lardy), flaky pastry.

Sadly, there was no egg tart at the place we went to. And my brother had an allergic reaction to something (probably the chicken feet) and sat all glumly for half the meal. This always happens and makes me depressed because I feel like I can't comfortably enjoy my delicious feast with him in anaphylactic agony (just jokes, he did not go into anaphylactic shock).

After brunch, we went for a drive up to the hills. Guys, I think I've found my future home. It's either the hills of Perth, the rolling plains of Northern Ireland or the snowy fields of rural England. But the hills are closer to my parents and I can go there to steal food and dried dates. It's really beautiful there and self-contained.

Whilst there, we went to a cafe for coffee and I had a mocha milkshake. On first sip, it was delicious. I don't like iced mochas because they taste too much like coffee (bitter) and too little like chocolate (sugar). But this mocha milkshake was deliciously sweet (because I have the tastebuds of a child). By the end of the glass, my stomach was churning. And the milkshake was tasting less and less delicious. It was then I realized... it tasted exactly like a Brownes mocha chill.

It was uncanny. I love that sickly sweet cartoned beverage as much as the next sane lass but I was kind of mad that I had spent (well, my dad had... Please, like I pay for my food/drinks whilst out with my family) $5.90 when I could have spent $2.60 on something equally good. In fact, I theorize that the cafe simply shook up one of those cartons and emptied them into the metal milkshake cup.

Conspiracy.

J