Tag: Poland
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“Nothing too sweet,” she’d say, rolling her eyes with affection. “If I made cakes like we do back home, they’d think I was trying to kill them.”
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She had taken a job with Bella GoodCake, helping in the kitchen, delivering sandwiches by bicycle, and doing whatever else was needed.
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Guilty as charged. The look on my face in those moments must have been as blank as a fresh Toulouse-Lautrec canvas.
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I even bought an SCA Coffee Taster’s Flavour Wheel poster, privately thanking my lucky stars that I’d never tasted anything falling into the category labelled simply “Other”.
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Why the bamboo?” I whispered. “Does it change the science?”
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… a reminder that joy often arrives unplanned, like a sudden summer rain.
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It was amateurish, unpretentious and completely unlike everything around it.
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If a new wave of cafés had already arrived during my visits between 2007 and 2010, it slipped past me unnoticed. I wasn’t yet tuned to its frequency.
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My hair looked bizarre — marked with patterns like leopard‑fur rosettes, with distinct white patches scattered through my usual brown and grey. I didn’t know what to say.
