Dreams of sweet things
Warm soda bread, just out of the oven, layered with tomatoes, spinach and avocado mashed with garlic and salt, all drizzled with a touch of balsamic vinegar. The perfect lunch, a delightful combination of flavours and textures. There is cake, of several kinds, I have plans to bake cookies, white chocolate and cranberry have been calling forever. I sit here, waiting, to find out if I will be going to Browns for afternoon tea; I want to dive into that pile, but I need to know what’s in store this afternoon before I do.
I have a seminar to write, I best get to it; dreams of food can’t get me marks.