It was a black metal morning for sure so why not get all Nordic and have beets for breakfast? While the yierba steeped itself to 70º Celsius perfection, we chopped those nuggets up while burning churches and true love flitted through the old cabeza. Then,
out of nowhere, just as I was about to huck the second to last beet hunk into the steamer, the sagrada corazón appeared. Maybe churches were burning somewhere and maybe old neglected gods were returning to Earth, but in no uncertain terms, true love was hovering in the moonlit air...