Dizzied and dazzled
The American girls have left. They actually left me on a street curb in a taxi to the airport at Florence. I have cooked nothing since. Nothing.
There are photos in the camera, maybe there’s something I’ve forgotten lying there?
I wanted to make this cake, but opted instead for saving the plums from an early death. You already have that recipe. The cake is an assemblage but tastes good to me. Problem is, I didn't take a final photo when we had it. It consists of sponge layers drizzled with raspberry grappa, then spread with raspberry jam, then chocolate mousse, final layer frosted with whipped cream and studded with fresh raspberries. And it serves 12, so I can't make it without some eaters around. Last time I served 6, then gave generous hunks away to guests and still had one-fourth to give the neighbors.
Somehow, I feel more interested in what other people are blogging than in what is in my mind. Maybe I need that sugar shock of the cake?
Totally a different subject but related to blogging:
http://www.beppegrillo.it/eng/2007/10/the_leviprodi_law_and_the_end.html
A subject mostly seen by me among expats, who are really shocked. Italians are used to everything being taxed or stomped on. My blog is on a US server, so presumably I will not have to flee to San Marino to post recipes.
I am baking today, for a halloween not-halloween party. Jon’s friends are a little miffed that our house warming party is a half halloween party because it “isnt their culture.” so no costumes. fine. but everything i am baking is orange and black (also known as dark chocolate brown) damnit
Why is it so many people are afraid of someone else’s culture being expressed in their company? Did they not grow up reading National Geographic? If I were you I would wear a costume– your party, your choice of what to wear. (That’s how come my evening gowns get out of the closet once in a while!)
I propose that you attend your party dressed as Heidi. That’s their culture. Oh, and that shooting at snow in the spring.