My cooking is much like Dona Flor's, although I dress more like her sleazy husband as I combine flavors, textures, colors and composition ....or Lasse Hallström's Chocolat character...or, better....LIke Water for Chocolate's Tita, the offspring of my kitchen obsessions, unlike Babette Hersant's 'spread'...created, to open the libidinal labyrinths of isolated and repressed victims of their own slot-sized view of worldliness....reflects the general, and sometimes specific, state of mind that I'm in........ Today has been a very narrow color palate......brown, tan, orangey greenish....monochromes......I think this is a result of my clamping down, emotionally, over the interrogation of Christine Blasey Ford within the constraints of the eyes of propriety, custom and habituation.....Like Winona Ryder's character in Girl Interrupted, I know that the only way 'out' of the rut of madness and confusion, is artistic expression.......although I know, that even that is often just another masking.....a cloaking device.....an invisibility that can take any and practically every form......As crazy as this sounds, some see the Truth in it......right, Lisa?
Utilization of the hand-made 'pitchfork' that a friend made a half century ago in Richard Mafong's metalsmithing class at Georgia State University...............
a mini-lunch, shared on a long-handled silver 'pitchfork' with a tiny adult 'hand fed' Pomeranian that is visiting a next door neighbor....and loved licking up the last of the dribbles of Saus Bumbu Tumis...... a glop of pumpkin/almond/ginger bread with ligonberry preserves and sliced almonds, now that 'Chi-Chi' dog has returned to her mommy's lap, taking her dripping tongue with her........although, I can see her nostrils, widening, at the potential of 'dessert'.......upps.....here she comes.....as I gobble the last crumbs, leaving a dry crust for 'Chi-Chi'.......
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