Comeback cupcakes (cupcakes back) Wednesday afternoon.
The weather for the worse and the return shot from my cold cartridges depriving the latest hearing and smell. Photocopies
the committee seem to multiply rather than diminish.
Maybe it's a matter of personal perspectives and suggestions, yesterday when I dragged home a couple of pizzas to take away I thought I heard noise
king of gulls in the sky.
I'm here but not here, I'm here but I would be elsewhere.
Not so much for being on vacation in itself as for the other body be-where, where different from that in a Seattle ripopolatasi suddenly girls in hotpants and men lamp.
I would like a small planet made to measure.
And so, like all the times when I feel full of knots that intertwine like snakes beneath the feet of Indiana Jones I put myself in the kitchen.
quietly, with my notes, my bowls, my battered and weighs Giulio telescoping legs in powdered sugar.
Measure, mix, centrifuge, cook.
Out rages a violent storm.
But I'm in my own little world and made cups of vanilla and powdered sugar.
At the end of my work I have produced the vanilla cupcakes with lemon icing, also dubbed "the cakes back or" because I hope to recover from back syndrome, because the food is always something that gives satisfaction and because at times to feel at home, it is important to be in a place rather than another, but to come to terms with ourselves.
And there's nothing better than to corrupt their will that a disproportionately high-calorie sweets.
Ps Thanks to Enzo for the card full of hairy sheep .... immediately placed on the wall opposite the desk.