"In my country, believe it or not, there is actually a dessert – a favorite during the Holiday Season – called “Sweet Dreams”. This delicious treat inspired the recipe – poem which I’m happy to share with you all (as well as the traditional recipe). Enjoy… and, by all means, indulge! :0)'
Pour your thirst, the purest, freshly drawn from your wishing well
into a pot, a simple one – a league of moonbeams and a little sun
gently hammered to a smooth roundness that can, nonetheless,
withstand a vivid fire, will do.
Add a pinch of desire, some zest, and a portion – not too big, though
- of the softest, melting core of your heartbeats, and allow these
elements to simmer, slowly, for a while.
Then – and please take notice of this most important step – sieve
a blend of your hungers, in a rhythmic movement of your bodies, like
a dance, into the bubbling fusion; if he places himself behind her,
his arms following hers all the way down to where fingers entwine,
her hips and his in cadence as both, as one, sift, this operation will
become much more effective, and a pleasure, trust me!
At this point, all of your fervor and coalesced energies will be needed –
as, while you spoon, you must stir and stir the ingredients in the pot,
and on the fire, vigorously.
The dough from which sweet dreams will arise ought to be, at this
point, rather homogeneous – but, should a blob (or two) of doubt
or hesitation have failed to be absorbed, then you must stir and stir again
until such threat of lumps in the dough of dreams dissolves completely.
Allow this foundation – now pliable and smooth – to cool down a bit… not
too much, though, just enough so you won’t scald yourselves… before
you proceed.
At this stage, fold in new beginnings and hopes, yes, both
the bright yolks and cloudy whites, and stir once more, until they are
blended to a warm, golden hue.
And now comes the most crucial moment:
that of actually seeing your sweet dreams come - deliciously - true .
In sensible portions – too greedy, your dreams will make you feel bloated…
too parsimonious, and they will not fulfill you – let your dreams cook
in – again – sensible heat; you see, too much will just char them… and
too mild will turn them into bland, boring things.
Do not worry when you see them plummet – sometimes, to the very bottom
of the pan – for they will, believe me, rise again.
The next part takes a while, though, and you must be patient – why not
fill the wait with loving caresses? – as your dreams, very slowly, spin
and turn, while, in their own time, they cook.
Oh, bliss, they are ready, at last, pure poetry! - is there a more tempting, a more
scrumptious sight?
All you need to do now is roll them – and with them – in sugar, to which
I would recommend adding a tad of some spice.
So light, and so fluffy, they’ll melt in your mouth; and if – since
they’re dreams – these little round, scented sachets of sweetness
should feel too hollow, too airy within, to your bite… then, it is up
to you and your lover to dare split them open – yes, like lips that part
– and fill them with kisses… according to your taste: in strawberry
jam red of passion, or romantic clouds… of whipped cream!
