we’ve only just met.
And I’m interested in your hands…
Cold enough? Are they cold enough for a leap of faith?
We’re making the usual small talk:
life, work, sugar and chocolate
How long have you been studying the magic of the desserts
Oh yes, I have that cookbook in my kitchen, too
covered in flour, butter, eggs and soup!
At the stove now. Things getting warmer.
Temperatures rising. Clean pan. clean sugar, cold water no stirring.
bring to a boil. Quickly now!
And your hands – are they HOT or COLD?
You see, it matters, don’t you realise?
When you finally take the plunge, you WILL understand
it’s about the temperature and about the timing.
118C is the heat and 118C is the moment
Elsewhere egg whites whisking… Can you hear the mixer?
and I know that we’ve only just met.
but your hands, are they cold enough?
Are they cold enough for a leap of faith?
When I woke up the next morning, she had already gone…
She was sitting in the corner, deep in her magazine, one of those glossy ones, with the cool clothes. She looked up just as I was passing by, smiled briefly and went back to her reading.
Back in the kitchen, we were deep in checks that would keep us busy for the next hour and when things were calmer I grabbed my knives, cleaned up, changed and made my way to the front door. I liked going through the main dining room on the way out, and not the back entrance, just to see what was going on, if everything was more or less OK and if there was anyone I knew to sit and have a coffee with. Today, no one, and I was in no mood to sit and chat, just too wiped out.
She was still there, and she stood up as I walked by. “Are you going to leave without talking to me?” read more to find out what I answered