Midnight Nutella Brownies
There are nights, long after the city sleeps, when I sit by my dining room window that overlooks the CN Tower, the city and the lake. It’s a magical view – the lights, the stillness, the slim flow of traffic here, an odd siren there, a muffled laughter from the street below.
I have spent many nights baking in this kitchen, and sometimes sitting by these windows, watching, waiting for my baked goodies to cool, leaving marks of my puffed up breath on the glass for weeks to come until someone takes a swipe of Windex to it. I succumb to bottomless scrolling sometimes, other times I write, or plan shoots; often, I think about life. It’s more dwelling, less thinking, but it is a very peaceful time for me.
When I leave this home my memories will be redolent with the smell of freshly baked goods and night time musings by my dining table window.