They say “it’s the journey, not the destination” but my train is caught between now and then,
Conductor says, ‘expect delays and layovers,’ while I’m pondering my zip code or his, coffee or gin Feeling more than basic yet visually, I’m somewhere between comfort and porcelain, I operate on optimism, awareness of others’ feelings, and chocolate, dark as sin My rationale’s light source is somewhere between sentiment and intellect; Although, the girls with flexible morals are the ones guys seem to collect. Easy persuasion must be more appealing, and submission to the temporary loved feeling. But surrendering on a whim is something I cannot bare, to act now and stifle the conscious with whimsical care. But on the other hand, what is life without risk Love is quick to leave you in the cold, instant brisk. The whistle’s blow drenched me in panic, time, like my youth is perished. The train has left the station and me without a romantic interest to be cherished. While patronizing myself in the mirror, it's only patience I lack, Caramel, dark chocolate, and pecans should put me right on track. Together, this makes turtles which is the pace of life's train. Unwrapped Kraft caramels and melt on the stove top in evaporated milk- plain. Stir constantly on medium heat, once completely melted, you're in for a treat. On a sheet of wax paper, arrange pecans in triangles of threes. Then, scoop about a tablespoon of hot caramel on each one of these. In the microwave, melt at least 12 oz of dark chocolate on 50% power; All together this dessert won't take nearly an hour. Dip each carameled nut trilogy into the chocolate... You'll want to put more than just one in your pocket. So remember that you can make any journey sweet;with these turtles nearby, you'll never face a defeat.
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