I have an urge to bake. Anything from banana bread and lemon pound cake, to chocolate chip cookie truffles and Crème brûlée.
I am craving sweet. Through baking I am trying to create sweet memories like the ones I just had with my friends. I am trying to find comfort in food to miss them less.
I wish Farah was here, I wish her bun-in-the-oven would make her want endless desserts. I would bake her anything and everything to make her little baby happy.
I wish Adriana was here, so she could help me concoct the perfect cocktail to pair with my delights.
I wish Ezzy was here, so I could make a special dessert just for her son, friendly to his food restrictions.
I wish Lina was here, so I could figure out if she likes desserts at all since I have never actually asked her.
I wish Letty was here, to make her a dessert so true to her Latina roots that would warm her rebel heart and inspire her to immediately produce a piece of art.
I have an urge to bake. And build a house full of sweets like the one once stumbled by Hansel and Gretel but without a witch.
The six of us would live there at least for a few days; like we did not so long ago in a hotel suite. We would continue to share stories and make more magic moments.
We would be ok with gluttony since a bigger sin would be not to love each other like sisters. We would not think about the extra pounds we might put on since we would probably burn them all laughing.
We would not worry about the calories since our relationship even though crazy is fundamentally lean and clean. All we want is to love each other and accept one another just the way we are.
I have an urge to bake… to create sweetness, to feel loved from the inside out and to live the sweet life.
Moraleja: Loving can be bittersweet. But I’ll focus on the sweet.