An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

cake for breakfast  when you are  all grown up chocolate ganache or strawberry angel food  with a cup of coffee flour, eggs, milk and all sorts of fruit what makes it  different from toast with jam or a pancake topped with blueberries? no one  can tell you  that it is wrong  to eat your dessert  before your meal

Chocolate doesn't argue  don't hurt  it brings comfort  caffeine and  serotonin  it comes in different flavors for different tastes milk, dark, white, carob sugar free fruit and cheese solid and melted cold and hot molded in pleasing shapes or eaten in rough chunks this is why  I always have  some on hand  during the bad days.

just a touch of salt  makes all  the difference  in a delicious dish  spices make it  exciting to the palate. New flavors bold combinations entice taste buds and make them  crave more. Any chef would welcome such patronage as their satisfied customers return for more.  So why do they  not use any  and keep their food bland?

An exquisite feast delicious tastes sweet, sour, salty different areas of the tongue spicy or bland It's very much a personal matter. complementary colors red and green and white catching your interest displays drawing your attention to where it needs to be pleasing to the eye hot, cold, warm to the touch Some can tolerate how it feels better than others and some cannot abide how it slides down your throat it influences your brain. soft music playing to the ear to stimulate the appetite and lower your tension aid in digestion and brings all together: relax and enjoy.

Bursting with flavor biting into a juicy orange a ripe apple a beautiful pomegranate it explodes onto the tongue and sends ecstasy to your brain reminds you of the time of complete nirvana one with the universe The cliche is trite and overused, overworked but since it happens so rarely how else do you describe it in any other words that don't sound flowery and trite? The dictionary doesn't help and sometimes simple is better even if it causes so many groans of disgust and the rolling of eyes into their heads.

(Prompt: "Comfort Me with Apples", quote from The Song of Solomon, 2:5, King James Version , prompt from The Writer's Retreat Kit by Judy Reeves ) Comfort me with apples the smell of freshly baked pie wafting through the kitchen window on the first days of autumn. The feeling of home of the love of family and of friends brought together under a banner of falling leaves. Apple tarts picked ripe from the tree from branch to oven in a moment Dough rolled out by a loving hand sprinkled with spices. Tempt me with the sweetness fork with every bite rich and full with the hint of tartness beneath. The laughter of my brethren echoes across the mountains and hills seeing the young and the old together I am content.

Bread from my childhood the smell takes me back la panetteria the bakery next to the elementary school the scent wafted through the air into the courtyard and into the classrooms with dreams of panini and rolls cakes and sweets of all kinds. A handful of lira could get you a panettone during Christmastime. Hazelnut spreads jams and jellies baked fresh daily. I miss those innocent days when you had good bread to fill your stomach.