The Isolated Blurt Thread XXIX: No Whining

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i am,
you see,
not much moved by thee...

enough so
to
tell you
though...

here.
 
I have been dreaming about chocolate marmalade cake. My supper of warm fennel salad, while tasty, is a little disappointing in comparison.

I'm going to get some in the week for Sunday dinner. I can't stop thinking about it.

Chocolate marmalade cake! Never had that. Sounds divine. One of my bosses cooks her sausages with a marmalade glaze. Keep threatening to try that, I had Guinness sausages today. Oh god. Orgasm time.
 
I've never made it, but I know just how I will when I have the occasion, I've been thinking about it for a while. I'm sure there are lots out there, chocolate orange is not terrible original. But I love the idea and I love the idea of a really dense, fudge chocolate cake, with wonderfully adult marmalade, candying the density. Maybe with whisky and just very lightly honeyed cream, but that might be a step too far.

Adult marmalade with honeyed cream makes me want to masturbate furiously.
 
I swore I’d never set foot on this horrid place, but here I am… and you’re here too. Or your bones, at least. I’m not going to cry… Because you wouldn’t want that, and besides… I’ve come with good news. You have a daughter, Brianna. Named after your father, just as I promised.

Jamie, I… was angry at you… for such a long time. You made me go and live a life that… I didn’t want to live. But you were right, damn you. Brianna was safe… and loved… and raised well. But sometimes, when she turns and the light catches her red hair or… I see her smile in her sleep… It takes my breath away… Because I see you.
 
I usually have some mixed up fresh fruit and yogurt for lunch and today I threw it in a tortilla and sprinkled some feta. I now have a new lunch.
 
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