Goodies

"Let's go to Tim's for muffins and hot cocoa." - "Why should we? Mom's been baking goodies all day, and she gets a kick out of people enjoying her cooking." "That's true." "And I'm sure she could use a rest, to put her feet up while you or I make hot cocoa for everyone. I think this place is better."

"Let's go to Tim's for muffins and hot cocoa." "Why should we? Mom's been baking goodies all day, and you know she gets a kick out of people enjoying her cooking." "That's true." "And I'm sure she could use a rest, to put her feet up while you or I make hot cocoa for us all. I think this place is better.”

"How do you manage to keep your slim figure in spite of eating all these goodies?" "Ah, well, that's my secret!"

In Quezon City, at the end of a road lined with coconut trees was Merced Bakehouse that was full of Filipino baked goodies.

Boldi bought himself all sorts of goodies.

Here on Lulu Island, a few days ago, I've tried the Jerk-spiced Chicken Rice Bowl from Subway, but I've yet to try the expensive Hawaiian goodies at Steve's Poké Bar. This morning, the 25th of November of 2024, after 6, still dark as night, I saw Michael J. the Dane-French, whilst I was walking. He showed me new pictures on his cellphone about strange neighbourhood lights that he attributes to extraterrestrials. I mention to him about Elon Musk's apparent position on the matter that aliens haven't visited us here on Earth, but he doesn't discount the mathematical probability that life, intelligent or not, exists on faraway worlds. He's mentioned that there may be many one-planet civilizations that may have died out. He thinks that it is important that our Terran consciousness would be propagated outside of Earth for our own security. It's important that we have a "multiplanetary" civilization, Elon opines. We don't want to be a one-planet civilization that just dies out. I told Michael my two reasons that aliens would hide from us: (1) They're higher beings that have compassion for lower beings like us Earthlings, and (2) we as Terrans and Earth as a whole could be their EXPERIMENT, so they don't want to disturb it. Later, walking, I reached Starbucks café. I drank an Iced Gingerbread Oat Chai, then a reddish Passion Tango iced tea, from my barista Emma, an Iranian. At my corner window table, I was reading the Esperanto sci-fi book La Imperio Ornaks.

In the afternoon of the 28th of December of 2024, my cousin Eve's cousin Rex went with Eve and Mama to tour Lulu Island. Rex is visiting from the states. They went to Garden City Shopping Centre to have bubble tea that he has been desiring. Then, they visited Aberdeen Centre, wherein Rex bought me four packages of varied Japanese goodies: There is a small box of "ZEN Gardening Kit" amongst them. The others are snacks. Rex knows that I am a Nipponophile. I opine that Rex looks more Peruvian than Mexican. At home, they brought me a steamed pork-stuffed bun and lotus leaf-wrapped meat-stuffed sticky rice. Being highly cultured, Rex was preparing fruitcake with wine. Mama, Eve, and Rex huddled themselves at the kitchen table. In the meanwhile, in the evening, I went to Starbucks café to drink a reddish Passion Tango iced tea. The baristas were Chris the Japanese-English hybrid and Jessica the petite Vietnamese. I told Jessica about me eating out at Crab Hot Lau, a Vietnamese restaurant, the other day. She said that she has not tried it herself.

On the 25th of April of 2025, I had several walking excursions to Tim Hortons café to enjoy various drinks and goodies. It was my fourth hanami—cherry-blossom viewing—at St. Albans Road. Four days in a row, it has been. The pink petals are starting to fade. I ventured into the nearby Roman Catholic church, the big new one which replaced the older one there. In the older one, there were places near the entrances for holy statues and a Mexican mural—as Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe. I did not have a chance to take a photograph of it when it was there. The new church is too modern for my taste. In any case, my religion now is Syncretic, tending towards Buddhism-Animism. In my childhood, I was nominally a Roman Catholic.