Recently, I reread The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard, a book that applies the philosophy of phenomenology to spaces and things. Flowery prose, whimsical and speculative, the author plays with how memories are shaped within the home. A mediation of poetry, it forces reflection and realization about innate experiences. The reread conjured a poetic experience with my mom’s rose teapot and orange cake.
The secret is out…the best recipes are the simplest. That is an adage I convince myself of regularly.
With Valentine’s Day nearly upon us, I was compelled to blog about something simple, charming, sweet, and of course chocolatey. I’m pretty positive you are going to fall in love with this recipe.
IF dessert drama (not family drama) is your goal this holiday season then Carrot Cake should be your dessert. Everyone is opinionated about this vegetal cake. There are devout haters, purists, accoutrement adders, and ones who have sadly never had a deliciously moist piece of carrot cake. Without fail, there is always a lengthy discussion whenever carrot cake is served.
I am done with traditional apple pie.
I admit this post was meant to be about how I excel at pie crust making. How I can combine a few ingredients like butter, salt, flour, and water and create a flaky sensation.
I won’t lie, I am confident in my pie-crust making, because I was (sort of still am) a Martha Stewart acolyte. In my early teens, before Martha Stewart’s financial woes, I was fascinated by Stewart’s uber-domesticity. I put her on a pedestal and felt enormously guilty I wished Martha Stewart was secretly my mother. My mom on the other hand thought it was pretty funny, I would be so taken by this woman who valorized home keeping. She wasn’t hurt. Rather she was happy another woman was helping to championing her daughter into the world of food and home life.