Layers

I’ve never imagined that my fork is sharp enough to dive through the layer after layer of cream and airy crusts singing with the scream of dying bubbles with each chew.

I washed off the taste of guilt with a gulp of bitter oolong.

That reminded me of the possibilities: layers, layer, what could they symbolize? Is there a difference between a layered onion and a slice of layered cake from Lady M? Does the existence of sugar differentiate cake from the tear jerking root vegetable capable of so much?

I suppose I am going to stop here for now: instead of delving into the layers of my mind now that I have it all figured out, I am to delve into the layers of desserts and not thoughts, for thoughts are onions and stripping them away merely make me cry.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s