"Délicieux" drabbles by VerityAlways

I Hate to...

Délicieux

I hate to…
break like Brittle
melt like Chocolate Sphere or Gelato
be soft like Pudding or Beignets
sound like Pretzels or Rocky Road
talk like Tulumba or Turkish Delights
be tall as Croquembouche
be deceptively simple like Tiramisu or Panna Cotta
reveal layers like Baklava or Mille Feuille
cram as Éclair or Cannoli
be scrambled like Eton’s Mess
be caught dribbling at Lemon Meringue Tart
be as ordinary as Pancakes and Waffles
be the twin of a Brookie
be baptized as Pavlova

I wish I was like a Trifle, Cheesecake, Cinnamon Rolls
But I’m the Devil’s Decadent Chocolate Truffle!!

Voila!!

Délicieux

I pondered over ‘what’ that attached me to my job, similar to greasing butter and dusting sugar.

It’s an amalgamation of emotions like anxiety, disgust, worries, frustration; akin to the warm base of egg yolks, milk, cornstarch and cocoa. It’s inclusive of happiness which smells like melted chocolate. If we’re passionate about our work, then pleasure supersedes, just like oozing dose of chocolate when combined with the base. Our workload lightens, parallel to the soft peaks of egg whites and sugar.

The concoction, a delicious reward. I snapped out of reverie, when the soufflé tasted heaven, right off the oven!