it’s just a simple thing. eggs, flour, butter, milk, chocolate. and magic. so much magic. the way it makes me feel, taking so much time, folding and folding and watching and tending. the smell that envelops me when it’s just done. the glazing while it’s still warm, which breaks some sort of rule, i’m sure, but the end result is so decadent. so amazingly decadent.
it’s my birthday tomorrow. i shall eat cake.