As I made breakfast this morning, I realized what I was making was oddly representative of sex and play the night before. Thinking back, what I prepare is often (and unintentionally) symbolic of my physical and emotional satisfaction (or frustration), the types of play we engaged in, and my attitude about all of it.
This morning, I made vanilla bean waffles with strawberries and fresh whipped cream.
Last night’s activities were anything but “vanilla,” but they were incredibly sweet, familiar, and comforting, while at the same time, indulgent and deeply satisfying.
Apparently, breakfast is symbolic.