What "Snowman" Tastes Like
- Arpana Gvalani
- 1 day ago
- 2 min read
Updated: 13 hours ago
There are Christmas songs that announce themselves.
And then there are songs that arrive quietly and stay.
Snowman is not a song I associate with celebration.
I associate it with restraint.
With holding something carefully.
With knowing that warmth can be too much if you rush it.
It sounds like winter evenings after the lights are already on.
Like things that don’t need fixing- only time.
Why Snowman stays with me
The song doesn’t ask for joy.
It asks for patience.
A snowman survives only if the world is kind enough to slow down around it.
Not because it’s strong- but because it’s fragile.
That idea has stayed with me. Especially now.
While I was thinking about this dish, Pinto was sitting next to me- the way he always did when I was working something out.
So this became a pause for him too.
Not a tribute. Just a moment held gently.
Some things don’t want attention.
They just want space.
Translating that feeling into food
This dish isn’t a dessert.
It isn’t savoury either.
It lives in between- the way this song does.
A crisp shell for structure.
Ricotta, softened but not whipped, like snow that’s settled.
A quiet blush of berry- warmth underneath the cold.
Blue butterfly pea shapes that feel more like night than colour.
A little crunch, because life doesn’t stop being life.
Nothing here is meant to impress.
Everything here is meant to be handled gently.
Why I didn’t decorate this like Christmas
Because this isn’t about the season.
It’s about the pause between things.
Snowman reminds me that not everything needs to melt into joy.
Some things are allowed to stay delicate.
Even briefly.
And sometimes, that’s enough.
Goodbye- My man.
The Reel
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