Île flottante

Île flottante，浮島，floating island是也，有時亦稱為œufs à la neige (雪中蛋)，是傳統法國甜品。蛋白加糖打至企身，在加入了雲呢拿的奶煮熟，待涼後浮在crème anglaise上，再淋上焦糖汁。

每次見到餐牌有île flottante，我都必定會叫來吃。

 

於某年夏天，在巴黎碰上了你。

有一晚你帶我到十三區一間小餐廳。那是我第一次知道Le Pays Basque和那兒的菜式是怎樣的。餐廳的氣氛熱鬧友善，食物也很不錯。最重要的是，和你談得很開心。

吃完主菜，侍應遞上餐牌問我們要不要甜品。我實在太飽，再也吃不下。你努力嘗試叫我陪你吃，我還是十分不解溫柔的拒絕了。

你想吃的就是île flottante。

數年後，和你相處下來，才發現原來甜品是你的Archilles’ heel。

始終沒有和你一起吃這個。

 

Moving on?

I'm moving, again. Rents are going crazy. Landlords getting greedy. 

Well it's actually not new to me. 

As much as I like the new place I'm moving to, I really still don't like moving. The physical part - packing, going through stuff, throwing stuff, unpacking... The going through stuff part is the most annoying. Often it unleashes a few monsters. 

Albeit the small size of my current flat, I managed to put away a few things, totally hidden for the past two years. 

While frantically packing this afternoon, I found some hidden "treasure". Not. 

Some old candles and candle holders. Not a big deal really and I may as well just throw them away.  Wait... What are these? 

Right. 

Two candles and a flower thingy. Shite. He sent those to me. Five years ago. I was so happy when I opened the parcel. I wanted to light the candles at once but didn't as I didn't want them to vanish with the flames. I couldn't see him as often as we wished and so I wanted to hang on to every little thing that has to do with him. 

But like any candles and flames, we didn't last. We still exchange news from time to time though. 

The last time I moved, he was asking me how it all went etc. This time around, I don't think I'll be getting a word from him. He just seemed to have disappeared. 

Then I started to pack my CDs. And there they were, the two CDs I had been listening to non-stop that year. 

Sigh...