Monday, March 28, 2016

Roasted Cauliflower and Apple Soup // On Healing


Just when I thought it never would, the rain stopped. It was one day sodden and grey and then the next, all tender skies and sun and out from the ground had sprung one or two blooms, mad little poems that they are, their heads nodding in the wind. And it was warm and it felt like spring. It felt like falling in love. 

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Orange and Cardamom Cake with Rose Swiss Meringue Buttercream


I am, it's true, something of a hopeless romantic. Always living some fantasy of a life that wasn't; my waking hours most often spent writing letters to men who may or may not exist and all others spent dreaming them up as phantoms or snakes with fangs. I always used to think romanticism was a thing meant for foolish little girls, fated to die most likely from a manic fixation of the unsatiated heart or some other equally ostensible death from which I, stubborn headed and bitter as I can be, couldn't possibly ever suffer from. But I, as is most often the case when it comes to things like love or fate or life in and of itself, was wrong. So terribly, wonderfully wrong.


Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Chocolate Pomegranate Tart // Winter Solstice


Morning, noon, and night. Recipes. Stories; thousands of them. In this one, you are the moon and I am the sun and I chase you round the earth with my arms wide open. Every day I write you a star and it’s in this way that the whole sky fills with what I feel for you. One million years later I meet you in a garden; your mouth like a pomegranate, red and hungry. It’s here we fall in love; in this story and the one after and the one after that. Since the beginning of time, it’s been like this; this returning to the heart of you. Somewhere, light years away, we are lying in a field- maybe foxes, maybe two flowers, maybe as we are right now- staring into the infinity of space. I point at the sky and try to tell you the story of the stars but every time, it’s your name in my mouth; your thousand and thousand names.