Each one tastes like a sip of tea. Here’s how to make them.
A hot, cloudless sky rains down unfiltered sunshine on a small town in the Hill Country. The black asphalt of the quiet, backwoods streets bubbles into liquid tar. Birdsong, frogsong, and creeksong are all silent. Every living thing clings to the shadows of the oak trees. Water is a myth. The rusty thermometer nailed to the brickstone wall, with an even rustier nail, reads 106 Fahrenheit. Somewhere in a living room, the air-conditioned oasis, with the window blinds sealed shut and the ceiling fan on its highest speed, a young boy no more than five years old is asked whether…
Eclectic, inquisitive, curious, and gay. David McKenzie is a professional game designer with a large assortment of interests, hobbies, and O P I N I O N S.