one of the motivations for getting up and out on the very cold days like this morning is to see what has become of the puddle out front of my house as it freezes each night. so i get a fresh painting every morning waiting for me just off my front porch!
the calligraphy of trees. a tree was taken down some time yesterday about a block from my home. the neighbourhood is highly protective of trees so this particular plant must have been very dead, very dangerous or possibly both. the stump was fresh and new to me, and as i passed it i noticed this beautiful calligraphy. tree stumps tell stories and i am sure that these black tracings tell the story of something that the tree had to deal with - or perhaps it is at the root (can i say that?!) of the tree's demise . . . .
winter . . . on my way home yesterday a desultory spitting of rain that was more a fine and occsional mist than true rain . . . but i am so desperate to hear and feel and smell and see rain that i'll take it . . . the river is slowly opening up and freeing itself of ice after months . . .
learning about the miracle of baking is something that i never tire of. perhaps it has its roots in the wonders that came out of my childhood neighbour's (the claytons) bakery . . . the damage was done somewhere!!!
tonight it is chocolate cake from scratch with (eventually) ganache icing and filling . . .
chocolate, and lots of it, with red wine to fuel the proceedings without affecting the outcome of course because according to baker wendy, precision and measurement are where i need to focus as compared to my approach to cookery which is about chance occurences and unrepeatable fortune . . .
here's wendy carefully and thoroughly scraping the wondrous stuff into a larger bowl prior to decanting it into a springform pan for placement into the oven . . . .
in a day, she'll show me how to make ganache . . . a substance comprised apparently of cream and chocolate. . . my heart is racing!!!