Just the thought of this cake had me positively giddy with ridiculousness. I was cyber surfing through “Desserts-chocolate” on a well known food site when I saw a recipe called “Bakery Style Chocolate Mousse cake.” I saw, “Bakery Style,” and my mind went all endless-budget Food Network, giant picture window with pastel fondant festooned creations and well, this was Internet territory so, one click and I was watering. “Sashes of chocolate wrapping a layer cake of chocolate with more chocolate; this time with the help of Ganache dripping and wrapping around the top and tucking into the sides.” Oh, yes, and beautiful directions that were straightforward and doable. Yum. I’m there! Hold my calls, and roll up those sleeves! I’m goin’in!
Oh. Monomanoman... Have you ever felt this way when coming across a recipe? THE RIGHT ONES reach out and grab me simultaneously from multiple directions. It’s as if a frequency has been reached, and we are as one. My mind can summarize and picture every move my body will need to make as it joins the choreography of the recipe ricocheting between my cortexes. Imagined flavors ribboning across my taste budded tongue... I am in my food zone. I love to be encompassed by food. I love to create something that I can eat. Can I believe it? Hardly. For ever, I never wanted to make food for myself. I remember really loving the fact that a chef I was working with or hanging with or cooking with enjoyed cooking for themselves. I can look back on all this now, and realize that I wasn’t formed yet. I didn’t know me. I didn’t trust me; I didn’t want to spend any time with me. Not yet. So, therefore, I had no respect for myself, and so, certainly not for my cooking. Now, having come eons and light years, and continents… I love my food, and so for the first time, other people can too. When I wake up in the morning, I am already thinking about color and light and theme, what will this day wear? What will I? What’s for breakfast? I am already making a menu in my head. Food is life. I love to let an idea go through me, I love to look up and cross reference, then paste everything together, creating a new presentation. It can always be done. And it should be fun when ever possible, which is always.



In Love with Dinner
By: M.E. Radbill (View Profile)
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Congratulations, you are one of the few people I know who see dinner and cooking it, as what it truly is: art, ritual, and pleasure. Don't feel guilty. To enjoy the flavors and smells of the different ingredients as we cook is a delight for our senses and food for our spirit.
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