Recipe for Mango-Flavoured Tiramisu Breakfast: page 22, Modern Recipes Encyclopaedia 7.

It might shock some readers that tiramisu has not been a part of our dishniverse for long, but instead only joined our kitchen in the 80’s. As this version strays from the known recipe, the modern usage of mango juice aids in elevating the sweetness and thickness of standard tiramisu, ensuring complete satisfaction. My obsession with mangoes transfers into everyday life and the same will occur for you with this recipe!

Ingredients:

-15 mangoes [can you ever have enough? In the afternoon all my neighbours could chant was “mango man” before I sweat all the way through the backyard. When I saw my reflection in my bags, I smiled bright red.]

-Sugared Fingers [to grasp the mangoes. I have since bought 15 more. I knew that seller couldn’t be right. Who would ever tire of mango?]

-Sugar [to sweeten the price. I don’t think I’m wasting my future.]

-Quark [but it’s like waking up without remembering the dream. This is a waste.]

-Enough Whipped Cream [to heal from her backlash. It has the same effect as the quark]

-Stick to schedule. This recipe receives its flavour from a punctual adding of ingredients and regular timed check-ups. Do not distract from instructions or procedures. Never lack in attention and/or seriousness.

Preparations: Find your shoes and wave around to ensure you have the right foot. Do not pay attention to why mom isn’t waving you goodbye. Try to undo your laces, would you want to strain your ankle and end up losing all that sweetness? Bind them again, but you can already envision strangling your feet. Repeat. Finally lose balance against the front door. Swear and swing a fervent eye to your watch.

Ensure everything preheats to afternoon temperature. Don your shawl, fold it around one of your bag’s handles. As the stalls seem to elongate, sigh to heave the handles upwards. Purchase yellow goods, argue external factors. Spend extracted amount. Stop yourself from picking apart your handles. Stop overthinking all these factors. Depart directly after steps are completed.

Return home and plunge on the nearest surface. Drift off to a different but sterile space. Drowsily understand the footsteps in the backyard. Find every mango melted into a sticky yellow misunderstanding for a lake.

Oven Time

To ensure it obtains its golden colour place the mixture into a oven in for 30 minutes, on the temperature of [a hot sunny day]. Failing to meet these criteria means too much. During its time in the oven, make sure nothing goes awry in the form of burn-out. Do NOT face distraction by other figures in your cooking space.

“What happened?” With my foot gasping for air I stretch out to catch myself on the ground. “You were ALWAYS on top of your cleaning up!” I don’t think she has seen me. “Robert! Come here now!” When I look up the only thing I see is her back towards me.

“Instead of listening to me you’re lying down?” I look at her. “Answer me. Are you okay?” {Sorry, I fell-} She sighs. “You should look after yourself. Stop constantly worrying. Look at what it does to you.” I glance at the yellow lake.

I make my way towards the lake as she walks into another room. Orange colours my face. I decide that all I can do is leave it be and place a foot into the sticky fluid. My reflection disappears. As I move the lake with rapt distortions, I understand that there is no infinite state.

Notes

Serve on its own. Best served in elated unworried state.