Tag Archives: cold
It sits in the valley like condensed milk, heavy and sticky in the cold morning air. Views disappear as if by magic, a whitewashed wall in their place.
Damp with dew in the early morning sun. As it warms, steam begins to rise. A cold fire burning as the day dawns clear.
The perfect combination. Cherry-ripple flavour, heaped in cold mountains. Chocolate sponge, crumbly and moist. As the crumbs freeze to the snowy peaks, they begin to melt. An avalanche of sweetness finds its way to my spoon.
The family gather at our dining table. Its rickety, wooden everyday-ness is transformed. Love and laughter bloom, and food is shared. Spring is here, despite the cold outside.