sweetalyssum 47F
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9/12/2005 12:27 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm


Carrot cake is in the oven, with the scent of cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg permeating the house and drifting out the screen door.

My next door neighbor might be knocking soon to ask if he can have a piece.

And there that settled feeling from having created, deep satisfaction.

Truly I don't cook for others at first, although I am glad if they like it later. I cook for me, to know that what I thought something might taste like from reading a recipe or imagination, will in fact come out that way in reality.

And so the carrot cake will come out of the oven, moist and exotic, wanting to be creamed with the mundane cream cheese frosting; that when paired together with the cake becomes not mundane at all, but a perfect foil, a balance to the spice and complexity.

sweetalyssum 47F

9/14/2005 11:29 pm


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