pastry blogs
I am sitting here reading all these amazing pastry blogs. I hope I write one, one day! this one called eggbeater talks about food in almost a run on sentence like poem. this one about stout has really caught my heart!
Stout is mystery. Deep. Like falling into someone's eyes. Like stealing a kiss. Stout is a thousand secrets, none of them false. Stout is slow. Patient. Stout is black like licorice, like leather. And when you reduce it with honey? It's stoutness never departs. It gets fucking deeper, yo. And so intense you put in on a tiny tea spoon (no squeeze bottles on my station) and take your hat off to it, when drawing your inky line on the plate. Deference. Stout is bitter, is sweet, is a library of adjectives, none of them on spot.
AMEN.
other than that I am thinking about what I am wearing to the viewing tomorrow. I really haven't cried to much yet but I know I will tomorrow. Thank god chris is going, he will keep me sane. My family has gotten so out of hand. its a bad episode of jerry springer. more like a series of it? ugh.
Stout is mystery. Deep. Like falling into someone's eyes. Like stealing a kiss. Stout is a thousand secrets, none of them false. Stout is slow. Patient. Stout is black like licorice, like leather. And when you reduce it with honey? It's stoutness never departs. It gets fucking deeper, yo. And so intense you put in on a tiny tea spoon (no squeeze bottles on my station) and take your hat off to it, when drawing your inky line on the plate. Deference. Stout is bitter, is sweet, is a library of adjectives, none of them on spot.
AMEN.
other than that I am thinking about what I am wearing to the viewing tomorrow. I really haven't cried to much yet but I know I will tomorrow. Thank god chris is going, he will keep me sane. My family has gotten so out of hand. its a bad episode of jerry springer. more like a series of it? ugh.