I also realised there are moments when i'm in a good mood - which i forget because they are neutral; memories, like walking to school or catching the bus ...... when i'm emotionally stable..... when i'm not sleep-deprived.
The fun part ( and yes it sounds sad) is when I dry them. the shine of the freshly washed surface, the slick-pure metallic handles and the arousing circular forks is like a swan bursting with pride from its former ugly ducking self. ..... yes it is highly descriptive ;and no, you've just got a dirty mind.
anyways, after that later on my cousin made green macaroons for me. and my they were delicious- even never tried them before- the texture and the appearance was exactly what the " Masterchef australia" described- hard on the inside which easily breaks through into a sweet soft concoction of goodliness.
but that also brings to mind; don't eat too much of them. i did because they were so tasty but at night and think my body couldn't take that much sweetness and the ingredients; the recipe must've had rich ingredients.
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