26 December 2009

cran

food and love
One day, if I decide to marry, my husband might be a fat man. If not before, then certainly after.

If we're well off enough to buy proper groceries, I can see myself being gluttonous with the produce, and cheeses, breads, and pastries.

I want to be a baker.
I am still wearing an apron over my black dress.
I made spinach lasagna for lunch.
It was delicious.

I am going to make cranberry coffee cake, and brown butter cornbread muffins with fresh blueberries and apricots, creme fraiche quiche, and red velvet cake.

I am going to eat it and laugh, with flour in my hair, with sugar on my face, with warmth and love in my belly.

2 comments:

EMILY STAR said...

hahahah you kill me trina! this was an awesome post. :) you made eating sound like you were doing a magic trick or conducting a symphony. hahah i loved it. i love you too and miss you! love em

p.s. can you make me some curry when we get back?

Ansley said...

My father always says, "Food is love." It's true! Your cranberry coffee cake sounds delicious. Keep spreading the love. :)

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