a baking club for broken hearts
i'm at it again, trying to cook away heartaches.. it never quite works but i'm not sure what else there is to do. i cook and bake and cook, but i'm not hungry enough to eat more than a bite. my heartaches and worries make friends and family fat.
other crazy ladies talk to themselves and have cats and bags but i, i'll be in my kitchen. one day you'll break the lock on my front door and find me in my kitchen with every surface stacked with loaves of bread, towering cakes, sizzling roasts, pans of cookies, sticky jam kettles, pots of pasta and cauldrons of soups and stews and simmering stocks. then you'll know it's bad.
(tally for this weekend: roast tomato soup, warm portobello mushroom sandwiches, turkish stuffed aubergines, pumpkin cake with cream cheese frosting and.. and.. plenty more.)
other crazy ladies talk to themselves and have cats and bags but i, i'll be in my kitchen. one day you'll break the lock on my front door and find me in my kitchen with every surface stacked with loaves of bread, towering cakes, sizzling roasts, pans of cookies, sticky jam kettles, pots of pasta and cauldrons of soups and stews and simmering stocks. then you'll know it's bad.
(tally for this weekend: roast tomato soup, warm portobello mushroom sandwiches, turkish stuffed aubergines, pumpkin cake with cream cheese frosting and.. and.. plenty more.)