crumbs and cookies II
Some days I lapse into moments where there’s a thunderstorm imprisoned in my mind and lightning bolts surging through my veins. I can’t sense anything above the chaos of dark thoughts churning and seething – not the sound of a Steinway piano played by angels’ fingertips or the perfume of a vaseful of ivory gardenias. […]
The first year of elementary school during an English class, my teacher posed us students a question that went something along the lines of, “Which is most important in discerning a person’s true feelings when he speaks – his body language, his words, or his tone of voice?” Majority of the class picked ‘body language’. […]
Products of 4 am writing endeavours scarcely endure, but due to that evening grande-sized latte here I am anyways, seated typing at my coffee table while listening to the abnormally loud whir of my heater and the sporadic whoosh of a vehicle speeding by on an empty road, wondering if those drivers noticed the warm […]
It’s not yet officially summer but it sure feels like it already – and I’m utterly living for it.
Oddly, I felt like typing up a rather lengthy side story a few hours ago but now I would rather just talk about this cake, which would take just a moment really because there are not many words needed.
So as you can tell from the very innovative title, today’s post is going to be all about waxing lyrical about the beauty of edible flowers and how they elevate a rather plain appearance to something that looks a thousand times more gorgeous.
Looking back, I’ve always favoured a minimalist approach to pictures, both mine and others’. Usually that entails having an unadorned white background and containing very few elements aside from the ones in focus. I guess it’s because these pictures stand out in a society so cluttered with information that it would reach its breaking point […]
There are some things that are just unwaveringly delicious – the combination of coffee and caramel, caramel and banana… this banana bread recipe specifically.
Lately I’ve been thinking, reflecting, assessing in overdrive. I feel like I rotated an imaginary hourglass more times than I should – I gave myself too much time to accomplish too little. And yet when I look back on my writing, on my pictures, on memories of past actions till this very moment, I cringe […]
In the logical mind of a baker, when one is gifted cute cookies, one does not simply eat them – there is an unspoken sense of duty to maximise their existence by using them as finishing touches to cupcakes only so worthy.
