Wednesday, 3 February 2010
Slide a finger down the nape of the spoon. Taste it. Smooth and cold on the front of your tongue and sticking to the roof of your mouth. Dip your finger in and sneak another taste. Delicious before it's even finished. And mysterious. Put all your hopes in that tin and hope. Watch it rise up. Your very own edible Frankenstein. Eyes hungry glinting in the light of your kiln as hot air breathes life into its pours.