Dicker – to bargain

The chocolate tart looked delicious indeed – but she tought back at her full plate of lasagne she had for lunch, and decided that the dessert would have been too much for her daily intake. 

Deliquesce

Her mom was reading the recipies out loud from her flowery notebook. 

One shell broken. Two, three, four. The woman liked opening the eggs with a smooth motion, as if she was unfolding a thick curtain in an elegant room. She beat the eggs in a bowl and her little daughter poured the oil on it. She erred as she should have soaked the sugar first. The mom reassured that was nothing to worry of. The girl was absolutely mesmerized by the dull yellow drops of oil floating on the surface of the eggs, unable to dissolve.