Almond and Raspberry Bake

Food, Pleasures, writing

#Threewords #Food #Baking

8th September 2018

 

I was never a fan of almonds as a child

come to think of it – i never liked any nut if it was still in its shell.

it might have had something to do with the way you could never break them open

after the joys of unwrapping presents and the christmas lunch there was always the pain of cracking them open with a small hammer

and the feel of shards of broken shell inside your mouth.

 

So i avoided them in my youth – picking them out of my portions of fruitcake, watching what kind of fudge i was eating – that kind of thing.

Marzipan was public enemy No 1

even the favorite chinese was scrutinised for the phrase “May contain Nuts”

funny thing was i’d eat everything else – even chillis in a curry.

 

Till one day coming home from college – i’d entered a cafeteria nearby for a warm drink before catching the tram home.  I liked the look of the cake in the display so i ordered a piece….”Almond and Raspberry Bake ?” – The chef asked

Errr…”Yes Please”….I Paused….”Just a small slice”

My mind got transported to being ten again. I’d just ordered edible dynamite.

The hot chocolate wafted under my nose….I couldn’t leave it

I broke off a bit with the fork and swiftly started to eat,

It was different to my childhood memory – not grainy or sharp – and what’s more – it was sweet….with the raspberry jam, it was like eating a raspberry sponge…and it made the hot chocolate taste nicer in a way

By the time i’d finished my drink – the plate in front of me was empty

The edible dynamite – hadn’t exploded

So i paid my bill – and decided to celebrate

“Can i have another slice of that – for the way home please ?”

 

 

The Power of Touch

Life, People, Pleasures, Warm

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/the-power-of-touch/”>The Power of Touch</a>

It’s a powerful little thing that digit of yours.

As it touches the things around you, its little tiny nerve endings are sending messages to your brain

The soup is hot , the ice cream is cold and so on

But then there’s so much more

The feel of the bark of a growing tree, rugged and rough but occasionally smoothed by moss clinging to it

The Soft feel of a warm woollen jumper on a winter’s morn, telling you this will keep you cosy in the wind

The icy feel of fresh water – travelling down a stream, as it cascades over your hands and through your fingers

The warm feel of a mug of warm soup or Hot Cocoa, a perfect way to conquer those winter blues.

And then there’s its power to communicate

A Wave, a Point, A gesture – and that’s even before we discuss the arts of writing or drawing – they are skills that develop through life, but can be mastered in simple ways through paper, pencils and paint (and perhaps, with help from mum and dad – a potato)

When five digits work together its known as The hand wave.  Used as you spot a loved one at the station – saying “Hello, its great to see you”

The Pat on the Back – The Shake of the Hand – all signals to say to a friend “Well Done”

And then there’s the Hug – a big way for a little person to say ” I Love You, Mum and Dad”

And all the while it hasn’t said a word.

Even though its said thousands.