Sweet addiction. Recently I find myself spending more and more time in the kitchen baking delicious munchies and mixing aromatic spices.
Unfortunately I won’t be original and innovative with this challenge. The word “fresh” inadvertently reminds me with food, especially fruits.
Art speaks to me very much. In fact each and every piece of art I have the pleasure to view tells me a different story.
This are my wall paintings. The flowers are drawn on a wall in a kitchen, courtesy of a little accident with hot oil, searing hot pan and shaky hands.
And this is my attempt at culinary, artsy serving of a appetizer I made. Mashed strawberry ice cubes interlayed with minced chocolate.
– And where do you think you are going missy, hm? Sit down and eat your breakfast.
– But gran’ I’m already late to school.
– You should have thought about it before you decided to dilly-daily in bed for so long. I told you to get up earlier. You would have plenty of time to…
– Ok, ok I get it. No need to rant. Sheesh. What’s for breakfast today?
– The same thing you always insist on eating. Cereal. Not that change would do you any harm, mind you.
– Thanks gran. You are the best.
– I love you A. you know that. I’ve been raising you since the time I could cradle you in my arms and look at you now. You are taller than me now and I swear it must have happened over night.
– It must be all that morning cereal gran’.
– Oh hush you. Now get out and go to school before you miss the first period!
Honestly as a growing teenager, A. does not care too much about “what” is in the fridge as long as there is “something”. She rarely stocks the fridge herself. In the fridge in her house you will find:
- Milk (for cereal and coffee)
- Cottage cheese (for late dinner or early breakfast)
- Natural yoghurt (after running)
- Fresh rucola leaves (goes together with cottage cheese)
- Smoked salmon (for salads or mini sandwiches)
If the pill was flavored like my favorite ice cream then I would have to really consider such an option…
It’s not my favorite food but it was the first thing that came to my mind when I thought about food and the first meal I have every morning – coffee.
Up until this past two months I did not really drink coffee regularly. I didn’t particularly like it and preferred green tea to it. I usually started my day with a cup of tea. It was enough for me. But then my roommate started brewing really yummy and aromatic coffee. I started sipping the dark brew, first gingerly then a little more bravely and finally I started my day with a cup of delicious coffee served with a generous dash of milk.
Now about the smell. How my coffee smells? Well to put it bluntly like a regular coffee, simple as that. But when I close my eyes I see sunny mornings, me on my balcony, enjoying the drink and slowly easing into the rush of a new day. I sit on a windowsill and enjoy the panoramic view of the city, as seen from the 15th floor. I see vast sky with planes slowly crossing the blue, I see high office building in which working day is about to begin. I admire the architecture of my city and sip my coffee slowly, taking in all the aroma and unique taste.
I think that the smell is similar to the taste. In this case, the coffee tastes and smells like a brand new day with lots of happy coincidences and many opportunities.