"I wonder how it is I miss
these things
I've never known."
~ Lang Leav, from "A Stranger," in Love & Misadventure
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Let fly.' In my sometimes too self-controlled, hyaline world, I long for someone to give me permission to just...be. There's an intricate tear in the cosmos that ruptures during strange weather. When negative ions build in the stratosphere prior to a thunderstorm, earth & air are open and charged and filled with the static of endless possibilities. My taut rein loosens; worry, fear, and overthinking hesitation escape from their crowded symmetrical stable. Someone somewhere in the universe breaks my ice with an invisible velvet voice:
'Let fly!' I absolutely adore late spring and its surreal, ether filled elements.
Amid the swelling tree buds, late-blooming lilacs, and distant storms, I wanted to make a toothsome dessert that captured the lush, sylvan atmosphere outside my yawning windows. Last week, while absently nursing a second cup of strong coffee, I came across this exquisite cake from
The Ginger & White Cookbook. I knew we had to meet!
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