November 12, 2014

frosting cupcakes

Sometimes I need to make an enormous mess.  I spend hours in the kitchen, bent over mixing bowls, stirring batter and frosting until my arms hurt.  Then more hours, still, decorating cupcakes and cakes.  Here a demure layer of butter and sugar.  There a mound of frosting, swirled into a rose.

It’s been too long since I’ve stood here, doing, making, watching the sunlight slide across my window.  Too long since I focused my camera’s careful eye on shapes and shadows and light.  Winter is slowly rolling toward my door.  It’s cold outside.  I’ve been fighting the urge to sleep.

But sugarfrostingflourcream is calling.  I roll up my sleeves.  Pick up my camera.  Lick the spoon.


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