Swooning in FoodLand

It’s May 28th…the end of the month. And you know what that means, right? I made dessert to match my blog. Nice, huh? Sort of glows?

I’m in Foodland, and we’re all woozy on Opera cake right now. I haven’t quite drooled on my keyboard yet, but there are some incredibly amazing flavor combos out there, and quite polished presentations, so it’s only a matter of time. Seriously. I’m always left inspired by the talent.

I went for the lava look myself. Dessert tonight after our salad dinner. Small pieces. Very. There’s TWO CUPS of buttah in ONE aspect of this creation and I lost count on the eggs. Yes, there’s sugar. Jeez. Does it count that I purchased one ingredient at our farmer’s market?

Wanna lick? No pushing.

Just didn’t want you to think I was flaking around on you. This one took all of yesterday, and was finished this morning.

My back’s feeling it, but I got in my three miles this morning.

And then I had two pieces for breakfast.

Tiny ones.

Taste testing, okay?

Jeez. How many calories could there possibly be in two tiny pieces? Eight-thousand? Feh.

But you can lurk if you’d like & Veracity" href="http://sassandveracity.typepad.com" target="_blank">some calorie-less viewing privileges. You know. Because we’re friends.

Okay, and I have absolutely NO idea why that link looks like that. I’ve done it five times, exactly the way I always do it, and hell. I just guess it wants some notice.

Whatever.

If it looks normal to you right now, it’s because I persisted and well, it finally paid off.  And if it still looks strange, trust me.  I tried.  So just go click on Sass & Veracity in the blogroll and cut to the chase.

Clearly, my brain has been rotted by the sugar and fat.

What a way to go.




Food, Art, and Heat in Paradise.

How was your weekend? Lovely and everything you dreamed of? I certainly hope so — especially if you are one to have weekends off. I’ve lived in both worlds: working nights with never a weekend day off, and working the daily grind with every weekend off — that is if you consider having to plan lessons and grade umpteen gazillion papers down time. Um, no.

So what did we do this weekend? Shucks. I thought you’d never ask.

1. Friday I spent all day messing around with changes to a new theme for kellementology. Don’t ask. Clearly, I’m still where I started, which is where I’ll stay until I’m motivated to sit here and begin again. I’m not loving the single sidebar, and I less than love that sprig in the header. The most productive aspect of Friday was sitting on my exercise ball.

2. If you’re up on your short hair science, then you realize it’s the end of the month, and that means more than paying bills around here. It means I post a featured recipe full of carbs and fat, prettied up for the show. This is how it works. Picture a gallery where everyone was asked to use the same medium to create a piece of art of the same scene. Their only option for variety is the way in which they present their work. Then, all the artists show up to oogle each other’s creations, admiring unique creativity and raw talent. It’s pretty amazing. Everyone has a lot of fun 99.9% of the time, but recently, there has been the tiniest bit of scandalous snarking going on. That’s pretty rare in FoodLand, though, and I do have to say that it feels a bit like junior high girl clique crap. So, I had a good laugh over it and moved along. Life’s too short to snark in FoodLand. But here? That would be why I have two blogs. So yes, I’ve been in FoodLand this weekend making & Veracity: Black & White Cheesecake Pops" href="http://sassandveracity.typepad.com/sass_veracity/2008/04/black-white-che.html" target="_blank">these, which were featured here, which is always nice. It’s sort of like getting an A+ on my report card or something.

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This would be a good time to answer a question that Tempered Woman had of me. In my last post, she mentioned that she was “having a hard time aligning the Kelly from kellementology with the Kelly from Sass & Veracity. What is going on with you girl?” Funny you should ask, and I’ll try not to blather on about this (liar, liar, pants on fire…)

*queue violins* But when I started blogging a year ago, I began here. Writing is something I’ve always enjoyed and from time to time, felt compelled to do. When I’m not actually writing, I’m writing in my head. Really. Characters are born and engage in conversation. Story first lines are created. Personal narratives unfold. I couldn’t prevent it if I wanted to. Now, have I done anything with any of my writing except for take up space in the bloggosphere? Um. No. I’m working on that. Really. I’m not a sit down and get it done type of person. I’m more of a marinate fully covered over night in the fridge type. And speaking of marinating…How’d you love that segue? Slick, huh?

Another passion of mine is cooking. Um, duh? And although I make fun of being a foodie, and talk about eating, I do know that it’s the process I enjoy most. It’s not any different than loving gardening, or crafting or shopping…(just seeing if you’re still paying attention…) It’s a passion. But when I began to write here, I noticed almost immediately that I wouldn’t be able to do everything I wanted with this site — like, I had a plan? So I needed to start a food site, too. Notice that I said need. That’s exactly what it felt like. And that was pretty shaky at first, because I didn’t have a solid focus (so what else is new?) couldn’t take food photos for crap, so have had to learn by trial and error. And I also struggled to find my “voice” there, beginning with a similar tone to the one I use here, but feeling uncomfortable about it, and not enjoying it. That has changed. I realize that food is connected to stories for me, often of growing up. They’re inseparable. So there you have it. I’m not exactly sure what it is you have, but still. Not quite as exciting as an evil twin.

Back to the weekend…

3. (Hell, am I only on three? Jeez. Whattawindbag.) Saturday, I went to one of those Garden Walks with my VBF after I made my non-diet food above. She had tickets, it was a gorgeous day, and we meandered in and out of gardens and houses, gawking at plants, and patios, and stairs with a zebra print runner. No, we did not have straw hats with flowers. We treated ourselves to lunch afterwards, and then I came home feeling like I needed to be more like Martha, so finally planted some posies I bought a week ago that have patiently waiting for me to stick them in the ground. Then I finished those sin on a stick desserts, and the MoH and I went for a walk down by the water, enjoying the wind generated by the Santa Ana. It was glorious.
Bike at Sunset
Bike at Sunset

Palms at Sunset
Palms at Sunset

4. Sunday was The Day in FoodLand, so I always get up early on The Day, and because I have procrastination honed to an art form, I did my writing then, noticing that it was really heating up weather-wise. By 10:30 it was 90 degrees here. Too Hot. Too still. Almost suffocating. But I got my food writing done while enjoying my coffee and devouring sampling one of my creations all the while sitting on my ball — and if that doesn’t present a stoopid image in your brain nothing will — then did a bit of site hopping so I could drool on everyone else’s creations. The only thing that would make it more fun is being able to taste everybody’s food. And wine, of course. Dessert wine, okay? Well, not in the morning. That is pretty gross now that I think of it. After noon, maybe?

But Sunday wasn’t close to being done because the MoH and I ventured to Little Italy for Art Walk 2008, making its fourth appearance. We love art walk. It’s a great place to enjoy a unique neighborhood in San Diego, meet new artists, and talk to them about their work, then hit the pub for some fish & chips. This year, we met Dave Sisk who makes amazingly intricate masks of gourds. We also met Duke Windsor who paints local scenes one may not consider a focus for art, but they’re full of color, intricate detail, and they’re beautiful.

Reflection:  Peace is Possible
Reflection: Peace is Possible
Grant Peckoff Studio
Grant Peckoff Studio
artwalk 2008
artwalk 2008
Little Italy
Little Italy

It was beyond hot, though, and I don’t function that well in the heat. Regardless, it was enjoyable as usual, and we didn’t come home empty handed. I treated myself to a new painting for my bedroom with some of my busy season earnings. I couldn’t resist because I love water birds and the artist had it marked down. Okay, so I would have been compelled to purchase it anyway, because I loved it. It’s perfect, with shimmering light blues against the dark, and pieces of rust adding texture and rich contrast to the whole. *sigh* Heidi Haga explained that although she loves the darker colors in this piece featuring two American White Ibises, she’s shifted her focus recently, to keep the pieces she is showing thematically connected. Lucky me!

Two Ibises:  Artist Heidi Haga
Two Ibises: Artist Heidi Haga
Artist Heidi Haga
Artist Heidi Haga

Now I have to change my whole bedroom around.

Don’t try to make sense of any of it.

Just know I’m smiling.




Sunday thoughts on fish wrap and left over cake.

It’s so quiet this morning. It rained in Paradise last night and the clouds are still dark and heavy with their moisture, blocking a sun that is trying hopelessly to shine. When the weather is like this, it always adds to the quiet, the cars on the street beyond our back wall not making their usual noisy early trip to where ever they venture on a Sunday morning.

The RTR is still at his cousin’s house, and the MoH is at an early morning draft session for a friend’s fantasy baseball team. Now you, too, know where to get a stand in when you just can’t schedule the time to draft your players for the upcoming season. The line forms to the left, please.

When I slid the paper from its plastic wrap today, entertaining the idea for the second time this week of lounging on the sofa with my coffee and actually reading it, I couldn’t help but notice the way it was organized. There was a huge “sale” advertisement wrapped around the entire paper, which is unusual, so of course, I had to investigate, wondering what the thinking is about how a Sunday paper is organized from one week to the next, and who makes that decision.

The “Baseball Preview,” a special section was immediately following the mattress advertisement, and sporting a huge image of the San Diego Padres’ logo formed with pennies, nickels, and dimes. The headline questioned the spending strategy for the Padres’ payroll over the past few years. Clever. The Arts section follows, then Passages, which has people focused stories about life, celebration, marriage, and obits. Then Insight, which has all the editorials, then the huge section of Classifieds.

The main page of the paper is buried at the very end. It’s what they usually do when something has happened in the world that might spoil a reader’s Sunday morning. After all, this is Paradise, and people don’t want to be bothered by what’s going on in the world. Or, better said, the publisher of the paper doesn’t think we do, and coddles those who take the time to complain about it.

So I haven’t read the paper. I might take a peek at my horrorscope, scan the classifieds for the perfect job that I could entertain myself about actually wanting for two seconds. Scan the photos of houses on the front page of the Real Estate section and restrain myself from calling to make an offer on the cute Spanish-style “replica” home in Coronado that’s selling for $3.5 mil.

Okay, so maybe not.

Because today is that day. The one where I spend quite a bit of time looking at and reading about other’s baking. This month, the challenge we were posed was anything but. It was a delight and the results were excellent. And if you’ve already looked at the photo and find yourself in the category of those who can’t suppress a thought such as, “I don’t like coconut,” do me a favor and try. Clearly, I do enjoy coconut. I also enjoy the & Veracity: The Perfect White Layer Cake. Period." target="_blank">blackberry jam, lemon curd, and mascarpone cream that is inside. What I enjoy most is putting it all together. I love the process. It’s soothing.

You need to see the inside of this cake…it’s amazing…and the frosting?  Oh.  Just Oh.
You need to see the inside of this cake…it’s amazing…and the frosting? Oh. Just Oh.

Although I enjoy a good cake, I don’t often bake it for the simple reason that there is far too much left over if I haven’t invited the neighborhood which I wouldn’t do because they’d think me odd. And so would you if you didn’t know me and I asked you to come sample my cake. It is a bit more appealing than the idea of my showing up at your door with leftover cake, imploring you to take it off my hands, though, isn’t it? So sadly, you can see that the cake becomes a waste of food. I am getting smarter about all of this, however, so did sample the cake, and sent the rest home with my middle son who promptly put a stickie on it telling others not to eat it.

I guess it caused a bit of a rucus with his father’s female companion, who from what my son has told me is a bit contrary to begin with. The last time my son took something home, his father ate it before he could, so this time, he thought a sticky might solve that problem. I get it.

But the idea of the cake with a sticky on it is hilarious.

He must have ended up with my ornery genes…




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