That’s something.

Something I wanted to savor, and then savor some more: macarons. Waiting for them 24 hours until they were just right, until the cookie and the ganache formed together perfectly, and the tastes combined into more than delicious.

Something I meant to taste and gulped instead: koiung aman from Les Madeleines.

Something I could taste every day and it would taste new each time: gazpacho.

Something I tried and won’t try again: Rabbit. I have a fairly narrow palate when it comes to meat. Chicken, turkey, beef, ham, bacon, salmon, shrimp, scallops, crab, lobster. 10 types. That’s it.  (Technically, I s’pose ham and bacon are both of the type ‘pork’ but I don’t like any other type of pork, no chops, no loin, no thanks, so they must be separated out.)

Something I wouldn’t give up: cheese. Especially feta.

Something better than eating crackers in bed: eating crackers in bed with my Mr. Sweetcakes, even more than twenty years from the first time we ate crackers in bed.

Something I should have skipped recently but really enjoyed: Ben & Jerry’s Karmel Sutra ice cream. In bed.

Something that amazes me: the 90 eggs in Mr. and Mrs. Sweetcakes’ wedding cake. There were about that many people, too, at the wedding, not in the cake. An egg per person. That. And Grand Marnier, and chocolate aplenty. 

Something that amazes me more: I can still taste that cake. 

(Today's writing prompt: take the phrase “Something (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem.)

Superstition Cake

Something about Berries