Warm hands are for bread and cold hands are for pastry. Then there is the old saying, “Cold hands, warm heart.” Hmmm? Where do all these baking analogies take us?
I have had hands for pastry for most of my life. But since there is this wonderful invention called a bread machine, I can also make wonderful artisan breads. Marc says they are like cake. My last one you ask? Chocolate, hazelnut and pistachio bread. The best toast in the world is in my house. Come and taste for yourself. I am getting off topic because bread is the detail of what is quoted above; love is the essence. I love Marc. Each day I write to him. I do so because it keeps me close to him. When he receives my cards, it brings him close to me. I am making bread with every word. Sometimes my words are hazelnuts. Sometimes my words are sesame seeds. Always my words are the foundation for love that is life-sustaining and thus my love is living and thriving.
Once I had a love that slipped away. I know now that it was not meant to last for ever. I also learned that if I held in my hands a recipe for a happy life, I would put my heart and my soul into making it as wonderful as I could each and every day and I do. It is the simple things that makes life worth living. Toast anyone?
Namaste!
Bianca
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