A Crispy Alley Feast
The metal junction box had cooled down, but my miniature curry doughnut was toasted to an absolute golden perfection! My neck broke straight into an energetic, rhythmic side-to-side bobble as I reached with both green rubber gloves to lift the crisp ring from its tin bottle cap. Taking my very first tiny bite, the warm crunch met the punchy, earthy zing of wild mustard pollen! Pure culinary heaven in the alley shadows! With joyful sways of my head, I brushed a few stray golden crumbs back into the clean cap, savoring the peaceful evening air.