At times – when we’re too tired to eat and too hungry to sleep – only a slice of soggy pizza will do. And the microwave becomes our best friend as we’re heating the fat edge from a store-bought pizza until the mozzarella starts to bubble.
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.
Street lights happen to be just like moments – Doughnuts à la vanille
[Vanilla doughnuts]
It’s been raining a lot these days.
And the night has been falling late in the morning; leaving very few hours for the light to turn from golden to blue.
Demain, déjà
[Tomorrow, already]
Today, the city woke up as I was slowly falling asleep after a night made of flour, butter and water. Through the cab window, it felt like the time had stopped.
I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box – Des pretzels au chocolat
[Chocolate-covered pretzel]
Many people will tell you that tempering chocolate is easy. Well, I’m afraid I don’t agree.
The theory is easy. The practical side of it? Not so much.
It’s messy.
A six heures, ce matin
[Six o'clock in the morning]
This morning, too early for people to be awake and too late for party-bunnies to be asleep, the pavement seemed covered in snow.
Glitters, cigarette ends and confetti that would shine to the subtle glow offered by lamp poles.