The dark blue winter sky was filled with small
stars.
As I sat looking at them, I drew the various sweets I
found hidden in them, on some scrap paper.
“I don’t like coffee as it’s bitter.”
She said without hesitation in front of a simple breakfast serving, of salad,
scrambled eggs and croissant.
I quickly inhaled the aroma
of the coffee just recently made, smiled back lightly, put it away and remade
two cups of herb tea.
Since that day, I have been thinking about
how she could come to like coffee (and how we could drink coffee together)
While the world was still
full of a sleeper's breath, I set dough
to the side and started dissolving chocolate in hot water.
Then kneaded butter and added a mountain
of sugar, after which
I poured
egg yolk, chocolate and meringue into the mix.
Following this, I took the dough, stretched
it out flat, folded it, and rolled it like the tail of a dog.
Looking up at the sky, I saw the star’s didn’t shine as bright as before, The Deep Blue that
had once been blanketing the
world, had began to change into a
mysterious blue, mixed with
orange from the light.
The night that was left in
the room and the smell of burning chocolate cake, mixed to the music of Sigur
Ros, slowly turned into the
morning light.
However, the moon and Venus
were still shining while I waited for the sweets to bake.
The moon disappeared and the kitchen
steadily became bright,
Chocolate cake, macaroons,
croissants, Kanure, donuts, Mont Blanc, and short cake ...
Sweets, carefully selected from the stars that filled the previous night
sky, filled the table.
“A sweet breakfast for her who dislikes coffee”
As I muttered
it, I looked up, to find her sitting at the table.
She gave a small yawn and
said “This is a nice rectangle” as she
took the opera and left beautiful teeth marks.
She then destroyed
the brilliant round macaroons,
greeted the world to the biting sound
of a chocolate bar, and lastly, steered
to her mouth, a croissant, shaped like the crescent moon in the previous night’s sky.
Tono went to his
plate unsteadily, shaking his tail, and began to
eat cookies shaped like Madeleine.
I began to grind
the coffee beans while watching
the two of them.
The aroma of freshly ground
coffee beans cut through the air, to
create a sweet scent in the room,
which perfectly accompanied the refined
crunchy sound.
I gently placed
the ground coffee on top of the filter, and carefully
poured the hot water.
The initial stress that the smell of the freshly made
coffee,
caused her, gradually softened, as the scent
mellowed into the morning air.
As
the last drop fell, I looked
toward her, she had been staring
at me brewing the coffee and smiled at me.
Nothing remained
but a big white plate
on the table
I poured coffee into a cup in front of her.
She inhaled the scent
of the coffee, and put the cup to
her lips.
As the coffee touched her lips, she frowned,
perhaps due to its bitterness.
I watched her silently.
“It tastes good.”
She smiled again, and
drank the coffee once
more.
.
As she drank, I shared my brewing strategy.
Our tender mornings had just began.
2013-14 autumn & winter
