Dear Poppet,
How have you been? I have missed you, missed you dearly. I just realized that the last time I wrote about anything was at the end of summer and here we are at the hem of another season and the close of our brief affair with 2012.
In the past few months ("when I was not writing") I travelled some and I baked some more. Although, I must reluctantly admit that every time I return to my kitchen after a period of absence I find myself cooking/baking up a frenzy as if to apologize and make up to the kitchen gods and my beloved pots and pans for deserting them. I'd also be parceling banana bread, puddings and chocolate mousse to friends and others that are like family. You see, its become therapeutic for me, this post-travel baking craze. It's my way of hugging my posse because I missed them during my travels abroad. You may say that it is an odd way to show affection. Sigh! Warm cookies are like warm hugs; something only a fellow foodie would understand.
Anyway, it was during one of those frenetic baking sessions that something new made its way into my list of favorite things - lemon honey madelines.
I don't know whether its their miniature sea shell shape or the fact that the pairing of treacly honey and tiny shards of lemon zest exude comfort as you sink your teeth into them but let me tell you that they are perfect, warm from the oven, accompanied by a cup of tea and chatter with your "heart and soul" girlfriends.
'Tis not something I would willingly share with a boy - the joyous trinity of a sweet madeline, english tea and good conversation.
And that my dear, is precisely why I'm sharing this with you. Something to remember me by. A madeline from me to you, until next time.
Your Singleton.
How have you been? I have missed you, missed you dearly. I just realized that the last time I wrote about anything was at the end of summer and here we are at the hem of another season and the close of our brief affair with 2012.
In the past few months ("when I was not writing") I travelled some and I baked some more. Although, I must reluctantly admit that every time I return to my kitchen after a period of absence I find myself cooking/baking up a frenzy as if to apologize and make up to the kitchen gods and my beloved pots and pans for deserting them. I'd also be parceling banana bread, puddings and chocolate mousse to friends and others that are like family. You see, its become therapeutic for me, this post-travel baking craze. It's my way of hugging my posse because I missed them during my travels abroad. You may say that it is an odd way to show affection. Sigh! Warm cookies are like warm hugs; something only a fellow foodie would understand.
Anyway, it was during one of those frenetic baking sessions that something new made its way into my list of favorite things - lemon honey madelines.
I don't know whether its their miniature sea shell shape or the fact that the pairing of treacly honey and tiny shards of lemon zest exude comfort as you sink your teeth into them but let me tell you that they are perfect, warm from the oven, accompanied by a cup of tea and chatter with your "heart and soul" girlfriends.
'Tis not something I would willingly share with a boy - the joyous trinity of a sweet madeline, english tea and good conversation.
And that my dear, is precisely why I'm sharing this with you. Something to remember me by. A madeline from me to you, until next time.
Your Singleton.
