There are days that start off crooked. In the morning, a cup falls, then someone in line steps on your foot, then a message comes that ruins your mood. On such days, it is important for me to know that there is something sweet that you can put in your mouth and feel: you can still be soft.
I rarely bake anything complicated. I am not a cook and not a kitchen fairy. But I have a tried and tested recipe - the most ordinary vanilla muffin.
A recipe that my roommate taught me. She said: "The main thing is not to skimp on sugar."
I love this ritual. Beating butter, listening to the spoon rattle in the bowl, inhaling the smell of vanilla when the dough is almost ready. At this moment, I forget that I broke a cup this morning and that someone was rude.
I become soft again.
Today was just such a day. Stupid, damp, irritating. But now the kitchen smells like a muffin, and in the sink lies a whisk with the remains of sweet dough.
And even if you can still bury your face in your laptop and read not the most pleasant letters again, let there be a piece of something simple and warm on your plate.
I like to eat it with my hands, pinching off pieces. Sometimes it’s easier this way – not to rush, not to cut, not to divide. Just to sit by the window, drink tea and allow yourself to be a little softer than usual.
The sadness is still inside, but now it’s as if it’s mixed with sugar and doesn’t sting so sharply. I like this idea: that any sadness can dissolve if you mix it with something sweet.
Let it be stupid, let someone say - "sweets won't solve problems". I know. But it solves me. It reminds: I still exist. I can be light and a little sticky from sugar. And in this - a little "everything is fine".
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