I first heard about caramelized white chocolate Last January, when I had the good fortune to attend the Ecole Chocolate Graduate Luncheon in San Francisco. There, we were treated to samples of fabulous chocolates and bonbons, one of which was made with Valrhona’s “blonde chocolate”, Dulcey .
I have never done anything quite like this for a show. I have built a few props in my time. Props are the things actors carry around and use in a play, full name: properties.
For my students’ shows in the past I have built things to look like food: a foam rubber three tiered chocolate brown birthday cake, double decker plaster ice cream cones and the occasional foam rubber and fabric chicken drumstick, but for this year’s play, I am creating something edible that will look as though it should never go near a person’s mouth. [Read more…]
I have always been slightly afraid of chickens … until now.
Last weekend my partner and I had a long overdue opportunity to visit my sweet friend, Georgia and her backyard chickens. I’ve been meaning to go and see “the girls” ever since she got them, but have never actually been organized enough to catch Georgia while she had some spare time, being the vibrant, involved, active person she is. She recently finished a cross Canada bicycle journey – the chickens stayed home to bond with her Dad. [Read more…]
I have been immersed in my “other life” for the past four weeks, and have neglected everything else except learning lines, blocking and finding characters for the multiple roles I (and my acting partner) play in Harvest, a sweet play for two “mature” actors, by Canadian playwright, Ken Cameron.
Although all kinds of misadventures happen to Allan and Charlotte (our two main characters) in the story, including moving to the city, retirement downsizing, having their home being turned into a marijuana grow-op by renters, [Read more…]
I love Easter Chocolate. As a kid, I always remember it tasting so much better than the bargain stuff collected at Hallowe’en. While less in quantity, it still had the appeal of being “all yours’, to be squirrelled away and eaten sparingly in the weeks to come, or if you were a kid like me, devoured in a couple of days, not a box of chocolates doled out sparingly at the behest of an adult.
… except for the year our family dog jumped up on my bed and devoured my Cadbury’s chocolate hollow egg. [Read more…]