The end has no end

Last night, I said goodbye to a kitchen. As I was cleaning, I realised it would be the very last time. And I just couldn’t bring myself to live the space that had almost become my home.

A weird kind of home. Where stripped aprons seem to be trendy. And smiling faces too.

I then proceeded to cry. Only a little.

I turned the lights off. Gazed – for what might have been minutes – at the neat marble that was more than once swallowed by a pile of notebooks, flour, and too many two-litre containers.
Because, let’s be honest, I spent some solid hours treasure-hunting for those damn plastic boxes. So whenever one was found, it would be fought for and kept.

It was mostly a good fourteen-month. Made special by a few amazing chefs I got the chance to share my coffees and kitchen with. Oh yes, let’s take a minute to celebrate caffeine.

And more.

5 thoughts on “The end has no end

  • griottes February 24, 2011 at 12:35 am

    Ohhh je ne savais pas que tu arretais… Ducoup tu vas faire quoi ?
    Il etait triste ce billet un peu, mais les photos sont très belles !

  • ilaria February 24, 2011 at 9:33 am

    Amen to caffeine ;)

  • Parigote February 24, 2011 at 9:53 am

    Je trouvais tes derniers billets empreints d’une certaine nostalgie. Peut-être est-ce dû à cette période de transition ?
    J’espère que tes projets futurs te rempliront de rire et de joie!

  • christelle is flabbergasting February 24, 2011 at 4:59 pm

    Je célèbre la caféine avec toi mais surtout tout ce qui va t’arriver de BON les semaines à venir ! bécot !

  • K February 25, 2011 at 5:25 pm

    The end is the beginning, right? It’s just amazing how time flies. Fourteen months! (wow, that was a note to myself). Off to a fresh new start!

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