The skies today are a bright, pale mid-winter blue, the air still and cold. I’m enjoying a moment of afternoon silence, drinking a cup of tea with a thin sliver of the Rhubarb & Chocolate Ganache Tart that I baked on Sunday afternoon. T will be waking up any minute now, so I’m going to […]
“Flour on the floor makes my sandals slip and I tumble into your arms. Too hot to bake this morning but blueberries begged me to fold them into moist muffins. Sticks of rhubarb plotted a whole pie…” – from ‘Baked Goods’ by Aimee Nezhukumatahil There is something of the magic in baking. Whenever we make […]
“I gut fruit with my mouth push tongue into black belly of papaya peel lychee with teeth bite into ripe pear suck on stone of mango all of this, over the kitchen sink barefoot middle of winter…” From ‘at the thought of you’ by Warsan Shire I love this poem – it is so visceral, […]
