Sora Dora Jany

Once upon a time… A middle summer garden afternoun. The calm of a sunny nap. And the children’s snack. Jany. She’s getting busy in the kitchen, between sugar and flour. What she loves to prepare, above all other delicacies, is tarte tatin. The butter melts on the glass. She drops grains of brown sugar into it, in the silence of a fine, icy rain. Its scent swirls around the room, echoes to the veranda, travels to the path. Baked apples and cinnamon sticks fade into the exha-lations of puff pastry. Then come caramel, almonds and va-nilla, powerful aromas that linger into the evening.