I decided a few months ago that it was probably time for me to take the plunge and give boza a try. Then I thought it would be a good idea to wait until our teammate Kenny arrives in the country so that we could try it for the first time together as a team bonding experience. (At least that's what I told myself. Subconsciously I think I was trying to postpone the inevitable.) Last night was the night. We poured ourselves a glass and made a little toast.
It smelled like cat food. It tasted sweet, like cat food mixed with honey. Now, in boza's defense, Sasha said that this particular boza seemed to be pretty bad. Never the less, these were our reactions.
Kenny
Me
Much to Kenny's honor, he finished his glass. Sasha and I did not.
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