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The Belgian street waffle

baited with butterscotch chips and a white chocolate orange maple trap   Ingredients Dough 4 cups all-purpose flour 1...

The American dream pancake

NYC here I come. Uptown, Fifty-sixth Street and Madison. Expensive Armani suit and a platinum Rolex. Yellow cabs. Buckled up. Go downtown. Canal and Broadway. You want a suit? Just choose the tag: Dolce & Gabbána, Versacé, Armaní. A Rolex? Buy a pound. Up or down, who cares how? I’ll be there.

Dependable banana cupcakes

Just like every other morning, I entered the coffee shop across the street from my home. This morning you smiled at me. The cupcake was so fresh and the glass of hot milk more organic than ever. Now, just like every other morning, I understand anew that my taste changes according to your daily recipe of whims.

Such a beautiful chocolate soufflé

You sit here facing me, as attractive as ever, reciting from the last article you read about the importance of sharing inner feelings in relationships versus the superficiality of externalized beauty, and now, as I look at you, wrapped in your snugness, I understand with complete lucidity the deepest meaning of the term “inner beauty.”

A philosophical, highly concentrated fudged brownie

And then, from within the enormous emptiness, a dense sweetness begins, nearly burns, deep inside the throat, and from there to the eyes, since it is precisely when I am sad that the world seems to me more than ever so dejectedly optimistic.

My lost childhood birthday cake

When I was a little boy, I was always told there is no end to love. So perhaps that is why, each time I have a birthday, I am sad: On my birthdays I want love. I want all of it, and no matter how much I get I still think it’s not enough. That somewhere out there in infinity, there are more of love’s crumbs that were not handed to me. Today is my birthday. I lit some candles and made a lone plea: that next year, if at all possible, there’ll be an end to love for me.

Heaven on earth tarte tatin

Eve, I am sure the garden is so beautiful, but if you want to live in harmony with your nature, I recommend life. Don’t ever stop tempting me.

My very own honey pie

You hover in front of the kitchen window, colorful as a bright rainbow, touching and not touching the ravishing flower exploding before you, and you are so lovely... In spite of the poems I sent you and the conversations about the depth of the soul, you chose him. You know, if I were only as handsome as the two of you, I would make exactly the same choice as you, and, inflamed, I would become the chief prosecutor of my very own burnished theory of personality.

Soap opera chocolate cappuccino roulade

Grandpa and Grandma are sitting in the living room. Coffee with some whipped cream on top, served in porcelain mugs. A Wagner operetta is playing on the gramophone. A book by Schiller is open on the rolltop desk. Grandpa and Grandma are cultured. Quietly they pack Grandpa’s suitcase. It is all very ordered, proper, as it should be. Exactly as it should be, after Grandpa’s passionate love affair with the neighbor, which, properly, he does not discuss with Grandma, as it should be. Exactly as it should be between cultured people, exactly as it should be in human culture.

Handsome tiramisu

Limoncello in a frozen glass. Paolo Conte is playing in the background while on the screen Sophia Loren and Marcello Mastroianni drive their white Porsche convertible into the distance along the winding lanes of Tuscany and into the screen that shrinks to a single point of focus, the sweet and true flavor of life: longing and dreams.

Red lipstick banana chocolate cake bonbons

enrobed in well-behaved white chocolate and a nutmeg lady’s coat.   Ingredients Banana Cake 4 ripe bananas 1 stick un...

Bad boy chocolate pizza

I observe, without moving a muscle, the focused sensuality in front of me until the point of bursting. The more I want to eat, the less I want to eat... I want to revel in the lust, I want to make love to it and never ever fail to taste the passion, the infinite essence of life...
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