It’s going to be a very hot day. I am not complaining. I am sitting in my backyard in the early morning sunshine, a cup of tea in hand. I am having it now before it becomes too hot to enjoy it, listening to the Barred Owls hoot: “Who cooks for You?”. Yes, they do actually call to each other early in the morning, much to the consternation of our sons, who are late sleepers. I stretch my stubby little bare toes out wide in the luxury of warmth and realize my shoulders are not up around my ears. Summer has finally arrived. [Read more…]
I didn’t blog last week, as I have been steeped in rehearsals for a very special play: My Mother’s Story. We are a cast of eight women, telling the stories of ordinary women’s lives – except that they are all extraordinary.
The call went out last year, to women on Vancouver’s North Shore, to write the story of their mothers’ lives, in 2000 words. From all who sent in stories, eight were selected to be woven together into a play. So we, the actors, each play the writer and her Mum. The stories range geographically far and wide, and cover many ethnicities. [Read more…]
This week, my Ecole Chocolat homework assignment is another in the series of my exploration of the textures and techniques of making centres, to help me (eventually!) create “signature piece” chocolates.
When I was a kid, I used to dream of the chocolate fudge the characters always seemed to have great fun whipping up, in old fashioned American children’s books, like “Betsy, Tacy and Tib” by Maud Hart Lovelace.