So, Dalgona coffee. This coffee has taken the internet by storm. Apparently, it is supposed to be frothy and creamy and heavenly. I guess I’ll never know.
Why? because my only attempt at making it FAILED. Like, bad. I knew I am MUCH too late in the Dalgona empire(thank you teachers), but I still decided to give it a shot.
Just in case you have been living under a rock, this is what it looks like.
The recipe looked easy enough. 2 tsp coffee, 2 tsp sugar, 2 tsp water, whisk it all together and put over cold milk. How hard could that be? The recipe instructed to whisk for 8-10 minutes.So I started whisking the stuff together.
I whisked. And whisked. And whisked. I whisked until my arm hurt. Half an hour later, there was no froth in sight. The coffee mix was as liquid as ever. My arms hurt, so did my mind. That’s it, I thought, to hell with the coffee.
So, that was my epic failure at Dalgona coffee. Let’s just say that I ended up wasting 2 tsp each of sugar and coffee, not to mention half an hour of my precious time that I would have otherwise spent on Pinterest, goggling cute couples and getting pissed about my non-existent love life. *laughs nervously*
“I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively, Incessantly, With maddening hunger. I’d write to the point of suffocation. I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns, Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. And I’d write about you a lot more than I should.” -Benedict Smith
Shrinking in a corner, pressed into the wall; do they know I’m present, am I here at all? Is there a written rule book, that tells you how to be- all the right things to talk about- that everyone has but me? Slowly I am withering- a flower deprived of sun; longing to belong to, somewhere or someone.
She was a forgiver.
Her heart was so large.
She didn't know how to
give up on people, because
she always believed the
good in those she loved.
It was until she was walked
on so many times, she had
no choice but to let go of
those who burnt holes in