Dear Fleur.I am writing my final essay. It's on cooking. I decided to go Julia Child on my teacher. I hope I can pull it off. He said I could. He actually said I would. But sometimes I doubt myself.
I was remembering the first time I made a baguette. It was with Kirsten. I was so proud. I think that's what made me want to do this essay. That, and I got to stay up till midnight the other night watching the old French Chef show and learning how to make souffles.
Does anyone know where to find the how to make a duck video she did?
I cannot find it.
Today I got a pink letter in the mail. I was so glad.
And my Daddy bought me a teacup this morning.
Good things have been happening to me.
I like it.
I am sitting in the kitchen, and there is a big branch in a milk jug in the sink. It's silly. Because there's yellow flowers blooming in my kitchen sink. And it's freezing in our house.
I kind of want to type out my latest story. But wouldn't that be procrastinating? Because I'm supposed to be writing my essay.
But all I really want to do is play with my typewriter.
The story has Russian words in it. Gah. I always liked Russian. I even named the boy Sven.
You know what I really want to do?
Get out my KitchenAid and try my hand at chocolate souffles in little porcelain ramekins.
Love Bella.
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