A coffeeshop moment. ”How did you come across him?” Cafe conversations, going on around me. “How old was he?” Like a badly tuned radio. “I hope you like cinnamon.” Fragments fluttering by. “I stood on a box.” Cup half empty. “Does it really matter?” Used to be half full. “I prefer cardamon.” Pastry turned to …
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Love Hearts
A moment in the mouth, a sugar rush, a fizzing sensation, listening to the Buzzcocks on 45. Not sure I’ve Ever Fallen in Love, but I’ve eaten Love Hearts. ‘Date Me’ I so hoped you would. ‘Dream On’ I did and still do. Life is never quite as sweet as you want it to be. …
Two Culinary Daydreamers
It was last Christmas. Our eyes met across a crowded bookshelf. You reaching for Nigella, me the latest Ottolenghi. We didn’t speak, didn’t acknowledge. Both lost in recipes, imagining how flavours on the page would taste on the plate. ‘I want to try that’ our first words. Two culinary daydreamers. We cooked together that night, …
David in the kitchen. 