
Cheesecake and Chocolate, With All the Frills


Do you feel like your flaws are shameful? It is not your fault, but you feel like your genetics tendencies reflect your self worth? Why is that?
Sometimes I wonder about the choices that evolution has made. I mean, humans are pretty great, but why did we adapt to certain tendencies?
Walking to the train station on a surprisingly sunny winter afternoon, on a short 6 minute walk to the platform, the number of people that you pass by is equally as stunning as the seemingly early spring Friday morning.
Four Uptown residents stand in line waiting for the bus, pressed up against the outside wall of an old Chicago building-the inside of the worn brick wall of this particular building lies the dying soul of an old premier jazz club, frequented by the greats of a bygone age- an iconic club that has been swinging for over 100 years.
The first person that I pass is giggling to himself like he has just heard the best joke ever told. Either he is still drunk, or just generally delusional, it is hard to tell.
Next in line is an old man with his hand out begging for money.
The third man, tall and in a straight green jacket is standing perfectly still, silently waiting for the bus to arrive at the stop, successfully ignoring the world around.
The fourth person refuses to wait next to the old jazz club wall, instead teeters near the curb, obnoxiously not following social protocol by being in the way of the sidewalk traffic.
After the line of bus soldiers, a man, seemingly homeless, stands in the middle of the sidewalk for no other reason than producing another obstacle in the early morning course to catch the train. After the standing man, with his arms held up to the sky for no reason, comes the cook at the local taco joint- the place who’s doors are directly in front of the bus stop like a welcome matt, rounds the living statue with a hot bowl of soup in his hands. I also like soup for breakfast, and we nod to each other hello, happy soup to you.
I turn left and cross the street, nod hello to the guy who is always on that side of the corner, in front of the bank, with the cardboard sign in his hands.
I cross the street again, and at the other side is the local chain coffee shop, with a line of beggars combing over the patrons just like the line of people requesting coffee. Outside these doors is the lady who sells Street Wise who has a rotating wig collection, an inclination for daily change that I can admire. She keeps the same speech, though, preaches the same spiel to every passerby- yells it almost in a high pitched plea.
After this last Uptown persona, I dodge in between the slow walking shuffles of the working class, run up the stairs after I beep my fare card, hoping to catch the train that just pulled into the station nested high on the elevated track line, chugging me downtown to work and to prosperity, on the electrified iron balance beams that jet me on my early morning trans-city commute.
How many things do I do out of boredom?
I guess if you don’t have to worry about feeding a family, about paying the mortgage, affording the car, making new friends, then you have a lot of time on your hands. It’s not like I have a lot of time, but when I have any at all, I get bored. But boredom is a luxury, and I don’t get it often with all the diversion all abound- there is wine, there is art, there is writing, there is time for reflection.
I used to say that I don’t get bored, but that is a lie. I am pretty much always bored, that’s why I fill my life with the same tenacity that I fill my work schedule, the same drive that I run my mouth when it is filled with wine. I always have to be on the go, I lave to always be stalking with my magnetic fingers, with my expressive sentences, with my eclectic thoughts.
This gets me in trouble more than in gets a way to find revenue. I lacked focus, I lack inspiration, I lack discipline?
I am thankful that I have always been terrible at video games, least my life would be much more stagnant.
Behind closed eyelids, that place of the Sandman’s kingdom, a whole new world awaits. You are not physically doing something, but what occurs during that nighttime trance just might be the most adventure that you have ever had.
How can you have goals if you achieve all of them? If you reach the moon, then you should have been shooting for Mars. Goals and dreams, by nature and by definition, are unachievable attainments.
Surround yourself with stars as your backdrop, find serenity with background pars for living. Seek eagerly for new planetary grounds for possible human colonization but simultaneously be comfortable with what you have glowing all around.
Happy extra calendar day people.
It’s a leap day, so that means a freebie day that occurs once every 4 years. What are you going to do with the extra credit day?
Last night I dreamt that I could travel in time, to another planetary system in another dimension. I mean the travel wasn’t easy, just because it was fictionalized, getting away from point A to a make-believe point B involved a complex computer program, a controller to set the direction, map the course, arrange the code, and a tablet sized computer that served as the travel app. As the passenger and the director of destination, I had to request the coordinates to a 3rd party person who plotted the orientation of the desired time and place.
You couldn’t travel through time like go back in the past and change history, instead you could travel to a parallel dimension, a new temporal and physical location where a foreign reality was taking place. It’s not like you program the time machine to travel back to 1952 on a Thursday at 10:30 am, creating a situation where you can change the present future. In this nocturnal and delusional system you enter a separate worm hole and you never know what is going to be existing in the randomized yet specified dimensional time field imputed with the travel request.
Today is the closest access we have to an imaginary realm, day that shouldn’t exist, one that is an organized freak occurrence every 1461 days.
Hope you made the most out of your brush with a transcendental comprehension of a multi-dimensional temporal voodoo.
Keep it minimal, what can you take out instead of what can you add?
This is a new mantra for me, a concept in which I do not have many practice hours logged. If anything, my default is the opposite, to add as many things as possible. What else does this need? Not just in cooking, but in my fashion, in my decorating, in my personal goals. More more more is better and more impressive. But I need to consider the simpler task, the monk’s perspective, the basic blocks. Tone is down, keep it sharp, focus on the specifics.
What else is there in the world besides eating and the act of getting the food into your belly? If you ask me, nothing. There is nothing except worrying about bananas, and the possibility of running out of bananas in the dead of winter. Almost spring, dead of winter, the ground has been frozen for so long that it seems impossible that anything can come alive again. Nothing is growing here in this time, so we must rely on imported products such as those pesky bananas that keep disappearing right after breakfast time for an exciting source of consumable calories.
Cooking is not only my ends to the meat, cooking is my joy, cooking is my love. I hope that this love is felt through perhaps a meal, perhaps through a manipulated banana dish, perhaps through a humble creation made by these two tiny and usually cold hands.
I want to continue to think about highlighting the elements as factors in desserts. This goes beyond flavor, it creates a consumer connection to food in the most primal way.
I have been playing around with fire with the new year’s eve dessert and the Fuego de Guimauve, but what about the more subtle counterpart to the rambunctious flames, that of capturing the elusive air?
To represent the intangible element of air, I thought about solidifying foamed bubbles, stabilized with gelatin and dehydrated to form a rigid structure, to represent air as an element. It would be a thin disk, light as cotton candy, crisp enough to then dissolve on the tongue just as quickly as does the spun fun-fair confection.
What percentage of fat stabilizes the foam the best? Think how whole milk foams the better than skim or cream. Is this true? Add lecithin to enhance the bubbles, to make a plethora of encased air pockets, to skim off and quickly to dry, maintaining the outside structure. This would be flavored with a highly aromatic scent, like orange zest.
Coconut oil foam/ Cocoa butter foam
Carbonation as representing air, but this is a purely wet sensation, not dry like the foam.