CHURRUKE CHILI
Hold onto your tastebuds—because this flavor’s bringing the heat... and a whole lotta heart.
Introducing the bold and the beautiful: a deep, golden cinnamon swirl with just a whisper of chili heat—like the legendary churros of old Mexico, reimagined with a little extra attitude.
It’s rich and toasty, like grandma’s secret recipe snuck into a spice bazaar. First, that warm cinnamon hits like a cozy blanket fresh outta the dryer. Then—bam!—a playful flick of chili spice dances through like a mariachi solo at full volume. Not too hot, just enough to make your tongue do a double take and ask, “Wait, was that a high five or a firework?”
It’s not just sweet. It’s got a story. It’s ancient streets and carnival treats. It’s flavor with rhythm. With swagger. With that just-right zap that makes you say, “Again! Again!”
TRIAL OF HONESTY
Deep in the jungle,
Arthur came upon still waters
a shallow pool, quiet as breath,
where the path ahead lay not before him,
but beneath.
His reflection stepped forward
before his feet did, guiding him
toward a hollow carved within an ancient oak.
Inside, the world was shadow and bark
except for one thing:
a single leaf,
crystalline and gleaming,
perched upon a staff at the center of the tree.
Only in the waters mirror could it be seen.
From the corner,
an old man emerged
eyes like time, voice like stone:
“If telling the truth
could cost you something dear,
would you still speak it?”
Arthur stood silent.
The question hung like heavy air.
Then he spoke:
“Yes… but not without fear.”
The old man vanished.
And in a breathless instant,
Arthur was turned
spun backward through water,
reflection and self becoming one.
Before him stood the staff,
real and waiting. He reached out,
fingers closed around the wood,
then he world turned to dust.
The crystal leaf
floated gently into his palm,
warm with light.
The trial was complete.
And the truth had found its keeper.
