Post by Nadia Bissette on Feb 4, 2016 0:46:22 GMT -5
Gods, how she missed chocolate.
The taste of it, the smell of it in the air from baking brownies and cupcakes, and the feel of it as she would sneak in a taste of her cocoa frosting on her finger, always to make sure that the flavor was just right. Too little sugar it and it would be too bitter. Too much and it would be too sweet. The balance had to be perfect or the frosting would be ruined.
She’d do anything to go back to those days again.
In Paris, her professors had praised her for her adventurous spirit, had told her time and time again she had a way with pastry and baked goods. She had always felt so at ease, so happy when she was elbow deep in butter and croissant dough. All of her fears would melt away as she would take a sneak peek of someone eating one of her creations and smiling after the first bite.
But then the world had gone to shit and had taken that joy away from her.
Now, she could only dream about chocolate, vanilla bean, buttercream, and sugar.
Of course, her obsession with sweets and all things dessert had managed to pay off in a rather unexpected way. Her time in France had exposed her to various types of fruit bearing plants, including a large variety of berries.
So when Nadia had spotted the wild strawberry bush, she had almost jumped for joy. She kneeled down besides it, gun at the ready and staying alert as she picked each berry. Even with this newly discovered prize, she had to keep her guard up. Better to be overly cautious than not at all.
She picked another berry, holding it in her fingers like a precious gem before putting it with the others, the pastry chef part of her brain thinking of a million and one things she could do with them, most of which had to do with the cocoa concoction of some form or another.
God damn, did she miss chocolate.
The taste of it, the smell of it in the air from baking brownies and cupcakes, and the feel of it as she would sneak in a taste of her cocoa frosting on her finger, always to make sure that the flavor was just right. Too little sugar it and it would be too bitter. Too much and it would be too sweet. The balance had to be perfect or the frosting would be ruined.
She’d do anything to go back to those days again.
In Paris, her professors had praised her for her adventurous spirit, had told her time and time again she had a way with pastry and baked goods. She had always felt so at ease, so happy when she was elbow deep in butter and croissant dough. All of her fears would melt away as she would take a sneak peek of someone eating one of her creations and smiling after the first bite.
But then the world had gone to shit and had taken that joy away from her.
Now, she could only dream about chocolate, vanilla bean, buttercream, and sugar.
Of course, her obsession with sweets and all things dessert had managed to pay off in a rather unexpected way. Her time in France had exposed her to various types of fruit bearing plants, including a large variety of berries.
So when Nadia had spotted the wild strawberry bush, she had almost jumped for joy. She kneeled down besides it, gun at the ready and staying alert as she picked each berry. Even with this newly discovered prize, she had to keep her guard up. Better to be overly cautious than not at all.
She picked another berry, holding it in her fingers like a precious gem before putting it with the others, the pastry chef part of her brain thinking of a million and one things she could do with them, most of which had to do with the cocoa concoction of some form or another.
God damn, did she miss chocolate.