Recipe for Loving Dessert

Taking a break from all the deperessive poetry and trying to be okay and happy, I forced myself to write something fun. I think this came from a random conversation I had in Purgatory with one of my housemates about food.

Learning to love is like a Ditto turning to Jell-O in the midst of being moulded by the flavours of endeavours and adventures, fun times perfect for every celebration. 

Figuring out preferences of combinations like the dislike of pineapples on pizza, trivial pairing of olives with cheese, and French fries with chocolate sundaes is like finding precious treasures on the journey.


The compatibility of milk or cream or ice cream that expresses the taste of coffee, changing the littlest notes of its life adding variants of sounds and tones that make colours more vibrant like the frequencies that vibrate the air.


The greatest outcome is built from kneaded layers of buttered encouragements between pastries of principles, folding multiples of gestures and pleasantries in between.


Fresh out from the heat, feeling refreshed, crisp and soulfully fluffy with softness seamlessly, frivolously on the inside.


Melted chocolate putty in the sun, tempered by gentle grasp of kindness, smoothened by graceful cupped palms, silky glazed coats adorned by riveting truffles and meek bonbons.


Left nutty in the rain, dewdrops of bite-size surprises the excite buds of intrigue, crunchy textural experiences contrasting silver foiled memories.


In the end, it should compliment well with anything, company for the sweetness in everyday living, the hunt of savoury pursuits and the lightness of tea time reflections and ponderings.


- Swit Marie

0831H 8th October 2019

Purgatory



Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
When words fail, she allows movement and emotion to carry her through
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.


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