It's how it's woken up and played In my chair, drinking tea and lost in looking across at my wall of cookbooks; I don’t have my glasses on so it’s an impressionistic sweep. Cookbooks, I'm remembering the scene from the Italian film, The Best of Youth, where the protagonist brother sends his imprisoned wife a box of Schubert scores, because he knows that as a pianist, even in her silent isolation she’ll ‘hear’ the music on the page. That’s how I feel about cookbooks, I taste the music and imaginatively enter the recipe and live it through the reading. It becomes a dialogue, a conversation. The ingredients and measurements are the cook/composer’s taste/score, or like a folk song the lineage of improvisation. I was having this sing with a ratatouille recipe yesterday...but like music, it’s not what’s written, but how it's interpreted, how the Cook lives it into life-- how it's woken up and played. Read More... Happy Birthday Liz!My friend, and best cooking assistant a woman could ever dream of, heads above the average. Blessings On Your Year.
Why You'd want to know about RB How the Baking Society was born
I’ve always loved to bake, and I was baking bread, cakes, pies, and cookies on my own from age 9. I was right there for the whole American Bread Renaissance in the 90’s, I studied bread traditions, taught baking classes, sold and traded bread, and always with wheat. Until. Until...Read More |
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