The fabulous Madame Wiesenraute who to my great regret stopped blogging and hopefully will be back sometime, founded the wonderful and insightful genre of Einkaufslyrik. I hope she doesn’t mind me picking up the thread or better, the shopping lists left behind by strangers to discover the poetic in all our lives. Yesterday I found this one:
After the baking, a stiff drink? Before the family arrives another one? What would Sigmund Freud made out of ‚Drownsugar‘? Drowning the almond cookies in Whiskey or drown the Christmas madness once and for all? But after all it sums up life quite well: cleaning, baking, drinking. Cheers!