I love you like chocolate cake

I wake up to darkness, sleepy faces, and cold winds. I go home to darkness, empty streets, and many thoughts.

In between, there is flour. And sugar. And butter. Lots of each. I spend my time in front of scales. Or plates waiting to be filled. I hear the ovens going off. I smell like chocolate. And I dream of eating something savoury.

I live in a house where we turn the lights on at night, we eat out of chipped Bernardaud dinnerware, we drink cheap red wine, we set the washing machine to the highest temperature, we have full cupboards and an empty fridge.

But somehow, it couldn’t feel more perfect than it is.

5 thoughts on “I love you like chocolate cake

  • callie grayson January 19, 2011 at 2:17 am

    great capture of your thoughts! pure loveliness, when life feels perfect.

  • cathy January 19, 2011 at 12:48 pm

    no sunlight days are usually no fun.
    but it looks like yours is filled with a different kind of light, which seems to be a more special!

  • Leah January 19, 2011 at 7:25 pm

    That does sound perfect….

  • French Girl January 20, 2011 at 1:50 am

    So glad to have found your site, like you, it was time to finally dive in and go to pastry school, but I’m only going PT, I really want to learn more techniques, and you have so much to share here.

  • Veronique January 20, 2011 at 3:50 pm

    But somehow, it couldn’t feel more perfect than it is.

    You sound like you really enjoy your life.
    This is in my opinion the most important thing in tho whole life, enjoy our times.
    with everyday imperfections.
    a big kiss…

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