zesty
Eyes closed, Calliope savors a slice. “Mhmmmm… Divine.”
“Lehhh-mon!” A twist of citrus sparkles on Thalia’s tongue. “Massaging zested rind into sugar with our fingers was so fuhhhhn!”
Nią swallows her morning ambitions long enough to enjoy their treat before resuming her role as trio taskmaster. “Come now — Let us stop stealing from the day’s potential.”
It’s Tal’s turn to roll her eyes. “It’s all potential Silly. Possibility is baked into ehhv-ree-thing!”
To be great, be whole;
Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you.
Be whole on everything. Put all you are
Into the smallest thing you do.
So, in each lake, the moon shines with splendor
Because it blooms up above.
~ Fernanado Pessoa
My first thought prompted by the sight of this baked delight was, “scrumpdiddlyumptious.” But I had to test my origins of that word?!
Oh, seemingly coined in WW II, but popularized by Roald Dahl! And it seems he enjoyed such wordly inventions. Not unlike my grandfather. 🤔
Blueberries from the outing with your dad? That he retained two flats while you took home only one hints at where your blueberry liking originated. 😊
I so enjoyed your use of an ingredient/operation from the “receipt” (as I’ve heard some folks pronounce it?) to also create a crisp title. Is this the type of recipe you have tucked away in some brain cells?
Nia is showing a bit more of her taskmaster ways. Is she feeling undue pressure? Illustrationist deadlines? The blades of grass growing too rapidly? (A possible metaphor for our, not Muses of course, lifespans?) You may need to utilize “parental controls” on her iPhone so she’s not up half the night expanding her creative’s vocabulary?! Tell her to trust the process.
Hmmm... It seems I’ve wandered far afield from the topic. Just hoping I can find my way back! The ground dwelling birds have been snacking on my trail of breadcrumbs.