duvalin

John and I were at the store and I spotted these interesting Mexican Duvalin "candies". I didn't know Spanish, but on the box it said, "Dulce Cremoso Sabor Avellana Vanilla" was already enticing, and then I saw "Hazelnut and Vanilla Flavored Candy" at the bottom of the box. How could I resist it?


I thought these Duvalin candies would be soft chewy caramel-like treats, but they are actually little disposable plastic containers with yummy hazelnut and vanilla "fillings"... I thought it was interesting that they were labeled as "candies," when I opened one of the little packs I didn't really know how to eat it.

So I licked the whole thing. It was yummy, and tasted like Nutella. I wouldn't call them candies myself because it's more like not-quite-so-sugary icing, but I guess any sweet yummy treats can be labeled as "candies"? Oh, and after I licked clean a few of the small packs I found the tiny little spoons that came with the box. Handy. I guess I don't have to lick these "candies" off their packs any more.

not cool

Couple days ago we got to the parking lot behind the store, and found that someone had done some NOT COOL graffiti on the building next to ours. I don't know if someone thought it was funny to put those up, but it was not only illegal, but rude to do that. I don't even know if those images could be categorized as graffiti. This morning the City actually had someone working on removing it.

oh james

So Stefani is Donald Trump's new apprentice. It's great, and Stefani is pretty, but James had always been so creative and capable. Geez. I wish he could win Trump's heart. It's probably true that Stefani can remain cooler and calmer under pressure, but hey, I think it's great to be hyper and creative, too. I was surprised that James didn't win, but oh well, it's just life.

Stefani has been a calm and confident woman, and that I admire. And did I mention she's pretty?

Well, at least James has his own company and this whole "apprentice interview process" should bring him more fame and opportunities. Way to go, James.

and there's a mandarin chinese blog

Yes there is! It's blog.pixnet.net/yichingsays Come read it. It's fun!

bye bye sanjaya

Sanjaya has been an interesting boy. A very interesting boy... It was just his time to go. That's all I could comment. *clear throat* Bye bye Sanjaya.

high gas price

Gas price is again really high here in SLC. It's not to the point where it's gonna drive me crazy, but looking at the prices on the boards does make me think of the time where regular leaded gas was $1.09/gal when I started driving a few years ago.

soy art

Free pouring latte art is what we love to do at the caffe, and while regular milk work the best in creating latte art, we also do it with other types of dairy, and soy milk. Steaming soy milk can be tricky, but I'm having fun with it. I poured the art below with soy milk.

booooo

Many of our customers and friends voted for caffe d'bolla at CityWeekly's Best of Utah, but we didn't win anything this year. I do believe there's politics involved in some sort, and it is a popular contest. I am, however, very happy and thankful that people voted for us. Bill Frost from the paper did mention us in his weekly column "The Ocho." We'll get 'em next time, and we'll start getting people to vote earlier.

the brown stray dog

I was waiting for the traffic light to change and saw this medium-sized dog running from the northwest corner of the intersection toward the southeastern corder with tons of cars in the traffic. A stray dog! My heart started pounding very heavily. And then I noticed that no one is after him. I panicked a bit. I waited for the light to change and then followed the dog. He kept running and running. I did't think he knew where he was going.

He started wondering around the neighborhood. "At least he's off the busy roads," I thought. I parked and tried to get the dog, but he didn't know me, so he kept on going... fast. I got back in the car and there was a lady that saw what I was doing and came to help in her car.

We tried and tried to stop the pooch but he wouldn't stop. He was terrified. He wants to find his people and home but he couldn't. He was probably wondering why I was after him. I was also shocked by the many people who passed by the stray dog and ignored him.

I finally lost him. I was sad. The brown dog reminded me of Yama. Yama is shy and skeptical of strangers. He would have kept running, too, despite the fact that some stranger might want to help him find his home.

I hope the brown dog's people found him, and that he's safe. I then decide to take Yama to different places and have him meet different people. I don't think I can bear the thought of him ever get lost and refuses help from others.