One morning she woke up alone, the open window letting the sun.
I'm lost ...
She speaks only . C ela sometimes. On bad days, days with melancholy mornings, those where the tea has to be vanilla, cookies still warm (or slices generously with honey).
I'm lost without seeing ...
And that, it scares him ... By closing his eyes, his memories come back, the game of volleyball in the sand overgrown, accompanied by giggles (and yet she did not win), cycling holidays under blue skies absolute, his little girl's room where the drawings of the paper Painted offered a thousand stories, butter sandwiches ham she adored (especially when she was sick, like the time despite the pain, she listened to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on his little cassette player three times and his brother, caring had prepared three tiny sandwiches (to save his stomach) that proved divine) .
lost in the jungle of tiny life in a cocoon that was wrapped around her and protects it so well.
lost in her dreams, nostalgia, regret, lost in what she wanted to be and still waiting.
lost in time images of a hearth, fragrance of sugar and spices, snacks under the trees in summer.
ago, what I can do - and what I can not change.
OF COOKIES R.
50g ground almonds
100g of flour (wheat, T80)
30g rolled oats
50g sugar full
a pinch of sea salt (from the island re )
3c. tablespoon olive oil
2 good handfuls of chocolate chips
a little water or milk
Preheat oven thermostat. 7.
Combine almonds, flour, flakes, sugar and salt in large bowl. Add olive oil and sand dough (like making a crumble). Put chocolate chips and milk to make smooth paste. Make small nuts and crush fingertips on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. Bake for 13 to 15 min. Cookies must be colored. Cool on a wire rack.
Serve warm with a glass of fresh milk, thinking about what we want to do, for real, finally.
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