Dear Listeners,
I've just finished to bake the last almond&pistachio madeleines, greener than Hyde Park and juggling a Sartre's book since my Christmas holidays.
Trading every weekend, I have little time left for my biggest addiction: reading. It's common for me to spend my Mondays catching up with news & trends browsing the Sunday papers.
Voila'... last week in the Sunday Times' Culture insert, Philosophy section, a book review caught my eyes: 'The Silence of Animals. On Progress and Other Modern Myths' by John Gray. To answer the question about how humanity should live, the author suggests that we should seek the 'silence of animals'; a new approach to get over ourselves, escape from humanism & rationality &, like animals, we should just shut-up, leaving the construction of meaning and our language behind... something like that.
Some people are convinced that animals are capable of thought. What about cakes? Do you believe in dessert consciuosness? What would two tarts say to each other?
I imagine they would go on like this:
My display is brilliant,
My sweetness is natural,
I saw a caramel slice.
Of that I'm sure.
He smiled at me on the table.
He was with another lemon meringue tart.
But I won't lose any dough on that,
'Cause I've got a pastry base.
You're sweet.You're sweet.
You're luscious, it's true.
I saw your raspberry in a crowded market place,
And I don't know what else to bake,
'Cause I'll never make a dough with you.
Yes, he caught my chocolate stripe,
As we rolled on by.
He could see from my lemon curd that I was
Melting heavily.
Melting heavily.
And I don't think that I'll bite him again.
But we shared a lust that will last 'til the grease-proof paper.
You're sweet.You're sweet.
You're luscious.It's true.
There must be a caramel slice with a raspberry on the top,
When he thought up that I should melt with you.
But it's time to face the cake box,
I will never be inside you.
I've just finished to bake the last almond&pistachio madeleines, greener than Hyde Park and juggling a Sartre's book since my Christmas holidays.
Trading every weekend, I have little time left for my biggest addiction: reading. It's common for me to spend my Mondays catching up with news & trends browsing the Sunday papers.
Voila'... last week in the Sunday Times' Culture insert, Philosophy section, a book review caught my eyes: 'The Silence of Animals. On Progress and Other Modern Myths' by John Gray. To answer the question about how humanity should live, the author suggests that we should seek the 'silence of animals'; a new approach to get over ourselves, escape from humanism & rationality &, like animals, we should just shut-up, leaving the construction of meaning and our language behind... something like that.
Some people are convinced that animals are capable of thought. What about cakes? Do you believe in dessert consciuosness? What would two tarts say to each other?
I imagine they would go on like this:
My display is brilliant,
My sweetness is natural,
I saw a caramel slice.
Of that I'm sure.
He smiled at me on the table.
He was with another lemon meringue tart.
But I won't lose any dough on that,
'Cause I've got a pastry base.
You're sweet.You're sweet.
You're luscious, it's true.
I saw your raspberry in a crowded market place,
And I don't know what else to bake,
'Cause I'll never make a dough with you.
Yes, he caught my chocolate stripe,
As we rolled on by.
He could see from my lemon curd that I was
Melting heavily.
Melting heavily.
And I don't think that I'll bite him again.
But we shared a lust that will last 'til the grease-proof paper.
You're sweet.You're sweet.
You're luscious.It's true.
There must be a caramel slice with a raspberry on the top,
When he thought up that I should melt with you.
But it's time to face the cake box,
I will never be inside you.
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