Sunday, March 25, 2012

Alchemy ...

I am going to spend my day whipping butter and sugar into clouds.

And then transform the clouds into rolls of unassuming dough, the color of faded khaki.

And tomorrow, I shall slice them and brush them with the barest slick of egg white and water and sprinkle them with earthy sugar and bake them into sandy, buttery, crumbly treats.

I admire their order but I am most fond of the ends, the imperfect slices that are the most perfect of all, beautiful and different even among themselves.


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