Hey Carmel, last night I watched fireflies and thought about how their glow could inspire a new pastry. Have you ever tried turning a night‑time vibe into a flavor?

I’m leaning toward a vibe that feels like a secret garden after dusk. Think of a glaze that’s almost translucent, with a hint of deep, earthy mushroom broth, a touch of night‑bloom violet, and maybe a speck of mica that flickers like moth wings. The idea is to make it feel like you’re sipping something that’s only true when the moon is high. It’s not flashy—just a quiet, almost whisper‑like glow that pulls you in. What do you think?

That’s the sort of quiet thrill I’m hoping for—subtle, earthy, and a bit like the hush between two breaths of moonlight. Smoked sea salt will add that hidden depth, just enough to make the glaze feel like it’s breathing with the night. I’ll bring my notebook and a few samples of that mushroom broth we talked about, and we’ll tweak the balance until the glaze settles like dew on a leaf. Looking forward to the experiment, Carmel.