if it’s possible to drown your sorrows in cheese danish then i do believe i’m in the middle of it as i type.Â under covers in bed, laptop open, and cheese danish beside me slowly being devoured.
do i have sorrows to drown?Â i don’t think so, but it’s ever so much fun to pretend.Â i could imagine that i was a brilliant actress who was suddenly struck mute by sheer chance and found solace in this luscious dessert.Â or maybe i owned a large company and my friend, mr. co-owner, cheated me and suddenly i found myself empty-handed.Â i would of course, when given all the numerous possibilities of how one could find comfort after such misfortune, tend towards pastry.Â or maybe i’m a heartbroken maiden — her father has refused her the love of her life and shut her away in a tower.Â instead of letting any hair down, i’d make myself nice and rotund off this high in calorie feast.
yes, i need to play that i’m drowning sorrows away one bite at a time.Â how else can i explain that suddenly half the pastry is missing?
3 thoughts on “the dilemma of cheese danish”
Haha! That’s great. I myself do love a good cheese danish. It reminds me, for Valentine’s day, I made that Cheese Braid that one of you ladies posted on Mom and Us a long time ago. I printed the recipe and just never got to it. It made a lovely morning breakfast, especially because I died the cheese pink for the occasion. Cheese danishes rock!
Can’t wait to see you at the BASIC conference!
I am craving cheese danish and I don’t have any!!!!!
hahaha. you are seriously too cute!