Words are too simple for emotions. Anxiety can be synonymous with nervousness, unease and also paralyzing fear. We say that one is depressed after a disappointing game result, one is depressed after losing their wallet, and one is also depressed when they’re looking down from the edge of a bridge. These feelings, these emotions, are sometimes felt simply flooding one’s mind, but some feel it deep in their stomach, suffocating in their chest, or clogging up their throat. We lack words that describe the combination of emotions. Despair can be hopelessness and sad, but what would we call the oxymoron of distress and delight, or the curdling mix of shock, remorse, hope, and guilt?
I remember in Italy as a child there was only one way of eating crepes – with nutella. Now, at home people may have made them savory with ricotta and spinach or filled them with fruits and jam, but the crepe stalls outside only offered you the option of nutella. I loved nutella as much as any other child but they were always appallingly generous with their slathering of nutella. It wasn’t crepes with nutella so much as crepes being a vehicle that encased half a jar of nutella in your hands. Especially now that I haven’t really touched nutella in years (I’ve become a snob and now only go for the premium expensive nut spreads), just the idea of the crepes in those days make me gag. Continue reading “Lemon Crepes (Crêpes au Citron)”