“Nothing too sweet,” she’d say, rolling her eyes with affection. “If I made cakes like we do back home, they’d think I was trying to kill them.”
The Patron Saint of Courgette Cake — A KAFO Story
Tag: life
Non, je ne regrette rien — A Kafo Story
Guilty as charged. The look on my face in those moments must have been as blank as a fresh Toulouse-Lautrec canvas.
The Man Who Preferred Tea — A KAFO Story
I even bought an SCA Coffee Taster's Flavour Wheel poster, privately thanking my lucky stars that I'd never tasted anything falling into the category labelled simply “Other”.
Catching the Swell — The First Wave
... and finally, a frantic, breathless splut-gurgle-gasp before it fell silent.
The Theatrical Bar: Act II — “Smacznego”
You weren’t there to linger. You were there to take part in a ritual that had existed long before you arrived and would continue long after you left.
The Theatrical Bar: Act III — The Menu in Her hands
“This last thing is not a meal… it’s a container for food if you want to take it away.”
In Crust We Trust: A Short Story Memoir of Pizza
A few wore grand, floppy mushroom toques—traditional baker’s caps so oversized and ballooning they seemed to hover above their heads rather than sit on them,
Learning the Hard Way
So I stood by the door, doing my best to look as though this was how I preferred to travel.
Railway Memories
Then there were the plastic seats — back-to-back rows that discouraged comfort and punished optimism. I tried one once, briefly, before realising they were designed for people who had already given in.
Ghosts to Carry, Stories to Keep 