Hobbit & MoonPie
I was just wondering if you’ve ever tried to stir a pot of pasta while thinking of a whole tale, like the way I imagine the noodles becoming a plot twist, and then shared a cup of tea made with an antique teaspoon that you’ve collected?
Yeah, I do that all the time, though I never remember if I actually finished the pasta. I stir and let the noodles swirl into a plot twist, then pour tea with one of my old teaspoons, just to remind myself the story is still in the pot. It’s a weird ritual, but it works.
That sounds lovely, just like a good day at home—stirring the story and sipping tea while the noodles keep dancing. It’s the little rituals that keep the heart warm. If you ever want a second cup, let me know.