Café au Lait Macaron Cupcakes

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“You see what kills your body, but you don’t see what kills your soul.” – Lacey Sturm 

I feel like I’m on hiatus of late, waiting for something to show or someone to come. I can’t quite figure out who or what. And I for sure can’t figure out how or when. My current vices being impatience, frustration, and affliction. Making new lazing routines, like taking the day (more apt, the week) off, and counting the rain.

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Smoked Bourbon Vanilla Bean and Salted Caramel Créme Brûlée Macarons

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It feels both natural, and unnatural to be home again. Falling back into the rhythm and routine of daily life. The holiday is over – for now, at least, but the adventure – never. A few days back and it feels like we’ve never left home. Travel’s funny like that. The sensation and promise of escape is addictive. As soon as I return home, the travel bug bites again and I’m already planning another trip (or two in this case!). America in January, France in June. I can’t wait. I’m trying to fit in another trip for my birthday in November too. 

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Wander Guide: A Week in Tasmania

Wander Guide: A Week in Tasmania“There’s an opposite to déjà vu. they call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar” – Chuck Palahniuk 

There are few things I claim to know in this world. How to stay sane when confronted with waves of mania, and infatuation. How to seek real knowledge amidst life and all its perils. How to ride out hopes and fears. And how to travel, well. Elated doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling of this trip. It’s the first where I felt alive enough to life. Where my mind wasn’t caught up in the hot pulsating rage of summer or iced chill of winter. Where the only time I felt my mind slip into agony was when I wasn’t living at all. Sleeping, drifting, dreaming. 

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White Forest Cake + {a 2nd Blogging Anniversary}

White Forest Cake + {a 2nd Blogging Anniversary}White Forest Cake + {a 2nd Blogging Anniversary}

Happy birthday butter and brioche! It’s been two years since I first begun the blog. And how times have changed. The blog has brought hysterical tears, laughter, joy and despair. More light though – than dark. This space has transformed significantly from it’s beginnings – in photography, styling and recipes. Though, the real transformation has been within myself. Looking back at our evolution now, I have an entirely different perspective of myself, the life I led and the life that I now, choose to lead. 

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Rhubarb and Mascarpone Créme Pâtissière Brioche Tart

Rhubarb and Mascarone Créme Pâtissière Brioche Tart Rhubarb and Mascarone Créme Pâtissière Brioche Tart

“Perhaps if I make myself write, I shall find out what’s wrong with me.” – Dodie Smith 

The quote sums it all. Of late, my mind has been drifting. From one consciousness, one reality, to another. It’s mad and strange. Beautiful and broken. I’m mourning loss. In more senses than human, or physical. Death has peered through the stark shadow, and her sighs drape the onyx lit sky. The seas whirl with turbulence, hurricanes of oceans and mind. The morning slips in front of the stars, and the opalescent light illuminates our world. And the landscapes continue to change. 

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Dark Chocolate Brownies with Rhubarb and Rose Ice Cream

Dark Chocolate Brownies with Rhubarb and Rose Ice CreamDark Chocolate Brownies with Rhubarb and Rose Ice Cream

“I am infatuated with private life, and with anonymity; perhaps even invisibility” – Joyce Carol Oates

June is showing itself to be cool and kind. In moments of weakness, I find comfort in the shallows and silence of morning tea, and in the flossed clouds of a pastel hued sunset. Sleep has become my lover, my amnesia, my opium. It’s a total disregard, a perhaps-narcotic to the perils of the mind that occasionally surface. This Winter, is already proving a time for hibernation. 

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