{NO} PIECE OF CAKE

this cake looks fairly simple, right?

well it wasn't.

not because of the recipe or the ingredients or the taste, no. 

but 'cause my mãma has a habit of cleaning out 

and throwing important things away.

like cake-tins, spatulas or half of a mixer.

and with my head in dark cabinets
searching for lost kitchen parts

I hear my dad from the living room;

 -she also threw away my crocodile-skin cowboy-boots

that I bought in 1975.

where are they!? no one knows!

~&

see how the cream on the cake looks grainy?

that's 'cause the cake went in and out 

the freezer atleast five times.

first time out it was perfect.

the cashew cream was like a smooth mirror. 

the surface of a calm lake, like the ultimate cheesecake.

  

but between dad buying a new cake-tin, 

me mixing and talking about life with the cleaning-lady, 
hannah finding her camera, blending again, 
having some coffee, loosing daylight & 
wrestling with the plastic foil, 

this is what happened. 
g r a i n y.

no, this was {no} piece of cake

but I'm in the midst of daydreamers 

and mind wanderers.

& 

that's worth much more

than any perfect key lime pie.*

Stay hungry  Stay soulfullish'

x

Emma











| all words and cookery (even failed ones) by emma lemholt |
| all photography by hannah lemholt |
| * this cake tasted a m a z i n g so don't be put off, just 
make sure you have all your ducks in a row |