The icing on the cake, litterally

Here is finally the end of Easter recipes. The day is far away now, but fortunately this is not a sufficient reason not to try a recipe. Especially since it can be easily adapted to every day. Just change the icing. After making my biscuits, I found that the ensemble was missing some chocolate. Not that I would always respect the rules, but if there's one day to eat chocolate, then Easter is (and after as well, because you need to empty the stock). What I propose today is just to fill your little cupcakes with one or two chocolates for a melting and fragrant heart. 

Last drip of Easter dough

I have said before that I'm often surprised to see it's sometimes the ugliest preparations or those that seem to have failed, that others like most. But the funny thing is, it's mostly men who make this remark. I guess you don't necessarily need to spend hours putting up incredible recipes to please them, and sometimes even being a little wilder and offhand can make a good cake spicy. 

Bubbly Rabbits

There is something incredibly childish with a cookie cutter. Initially, we want one because we need all the cookies to be perfectly identical, because it's more serious, more luxurious, more je-ne-sais-quoi, but one thing is sure: we want it done right. And we want it done quickly. But put one into my hands, and I want to press it, squash it everywhere, even outside the dough. I want to cut out pieces of land, coat it with paint and dab it onto the walls… in short, I want to multiply figures just like only rabbits can do.

Squared droplets

My future is appearing on the horizon in small colored dots. They vibrate like flaming stickers who would commit their whole being to Seurat.

By the Hedge of the Window

Sun was shining, strong and hot against my face. Morning was calling. Or afternoon, maybe. I wasn't sure anymore. I rubbed my hands against my forehead and down to my chin.

Where was I? I didn't want to open my eyes to know it. I wanted to know it before I did. I tried to feel everything my body was touching. A soft mattress, cushions, big and full, and a cover. A single one. A thin layer that didn't cover my feet. But they weren't cold. They probably were sunbathing.

Peanut-Beak masks

Dreamy visions invade me while I finish my journal in the park. My handwriting is changing. My fingers are frozen. But it's beautiful. The freshness in the air, geese, ducks, moorhens, riders of the evening. But mostly, yes, more importantly, calm. Two pigeons are struggling on the roof of branches and hide the breathing of a commuter train that rides a little further behind me.

Candid Blossoms

He looked at the sky, his lips tight but slightly raised in the corners and his nostrils flared. For a moment he stood motionless, watching the white sky puncutated with thin frothy layers, until a tear formed in the hollow of his right eye. His eyes blinked wildly and shut. Then a glowing smile formed around his mouth while he raised his hands against his closed eyelids. A moment later I heard him exhale deeply.

The Honeycomb Queen

As promised, here is the second batch of declined cookies from the recipe made in the previous post. Being a diligent student, I made my list of possible things to represent is a crispy version. And as I had a beautiful collection of decorating stuff by my side, I knew it was possible to do almost everything. But I found that the list of animals represented was a bit short. Chicks, rabbits, fishes... Either it's a bright yellow, fluffy but mild, or it's shiny and moves in masses. But isn't there an option to put everything together? No, maybe not, but it's at this exact moment that I thought about bees.

Creation of Bells

Easter has now passed and biscuits were taken away with it. Now, remains only some chocolates and decorations that have not had the chance to be used. But there will be a good opportunity for them. There is always room for a little color. Therefore, the few following messages will be devoted to preparations for Easter's feast.