"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so." -William Shakespeare
Saturday, January 28, 2012
"Isn't it true however far we've wandered into our provinces of persecution, where our regrets accuse, we keep returning back to the common faith from which we've all dissented, back to the hands, the feet, the faces? Children are always there and take the hands, even when they are most terrified. Those in love cannot make up their minds to go or stay. Artist and doctor return most often. Only the mad will never, never come back. For doctors keep on worrying while away, in case their skill is suffering or deserted. Lovers have lived so long with giants and elves, they want belief again in their own size. And the artist prays ever so gently, let me find pure all that can happen... " -W.H. Auden &
Thursday, January 26, 2012
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” - Mark Twain
Friday, January 20, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
for my paisano, partner in crime, my badass love...
to your self-discoveries,
to your illumination,
to the awakenings and quakings of
your dreams that stream
threads of gold
from your heart
to the world
the lessons yet untold
let it unfold
to the fullest
that beams among clouds.
your are the rainbow in the clouds.
happy birthday. feliz cumpleanos. bon anniversaire.
i love you.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I riseI rise.
|dr maya angelou|
Sunday, January 08, 2012
Saturday, January 07, 2012
Friday, January 06, 2012
Leftovers are the greatest gift...especially if it's in beef bourguignon form made courtesy by a friend who made a huge pot for nye's dinner, (Challah and Latka Prince Bierman). Add in some leftover homemade puff pastry from some homemade galette de rois and stand back for one of those all time gild the lily moments...this one's a sure winner. Beef bourguignon empanadas!
I wish you could taste one chicos but for now I hope the pictures will do. Buen provecho.
|plus some scallions, curry powder and some leftover nuoc cham|
|da perfect size|
|i like to make my food look purdy|
|reusing my sf voter's booklet I've been lugging around...|
Tuesday, January 03, 2012
Monday, January 02, 2012
More challah experiments (from the last post)...
|rolling them thin is the secret to retaining the braid when baking|
|3 braid + 5 braid|
|indenting the 5 braid for the stacking|
|challah double decker|
Sunday, January 01, 2012
When our friend Lee arrived in Costa Rica, he carried a special (and very heavy) package for me from the states...almond meal! It's hard to find if not impossible here, but I wanted it simply to make this special cake.
It's name...galette des rois. "King cake" is eaten in France and traditionally sold in January to celebrate Epiphany.
This is a favorite childhood memory when I grew up in France (that and tomato soup). The prize of the cake is a fève...usually a small porcelain trinket / figurine in the shape of animals...baby jesus. This is what every child is secretly after when they are given a slice of this heavenly almond cake...for who ever finds the fève gets to wear the golden paper crown that the cake comes with when bought at the local bakeries.
Yesterday, I decided to open my stash of almond meal. I made 2 cakes with homemade puff pastry (from homemade yeast)...everything was made from scratch. I gave one to Melaniaz, who takes care of the beach house where we're staying in Santa Teresa and another one for an intimate nye's dinner with friends.
I am over the moon with how the cake came out. Even better than how I remembered...very moist, light and flavorful...enjoy the photos.
To celebrating 2012.
from Chocolate & Zucchini