Sublime film with Javier Bardem and Laura Morante... political, beautiful, violent and delicate: still so fresh and timely
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Foraging in June
It's June in Andes and the fraises des bois are ripening. I am 10 again crouching with basket in hand on the side of my god-mother's chalet in Switzerland, picking wild strawberries. There in that moment, I was wholeheartedly happy. In Bergman's film of the same name professor Borg says "If I have been feeling worried or sad during the day, I have a habit of recalling scenes from childhood to calm me. So it was this evening." Plucking these delicate berries on the side our house in Andes, NY, I remembered what I loved. This. The wetness of the grass, being with the world and celebrating what it was giving me. With this thought, I came to fully appreciate what some of the chef's on Netflix's excellent series "The Chefs Table" have been so passionately working on. If we can completely speak from our heart, from the ingredients that hark us back to our earliest memories, there, we can create something so purely original and uniquely us.
That evening after my stroll I dined on my own foraged plants and creations:
On the menu
1. Homemade ricotta with honey, sea salt and fraises des bois with rain
2. Farm baby carrots, spring dandelion, capers and fresh mozzarella
Friday, May 29, 2015
Sunday, May 24, 2015
Saturday, May 16, 2015
Rilke - Book of Hours
It's possible I'm moving through the hard veins of heavy mountains, like the ore does, alone; I'm already so deep inside, I see no end in sight, and no distance: everything is getting near and everything getting near is turning to stone.
I still can't see very far yet into suffering,—so this vast darkness makes me small; are you the one: make yourself powerful, break in: so that your whole being may happen to me, and to you may happen, my whole cry.
I still can't see very far yet into suffering,—so this vast darkness makes me small; are you the one: make yourself powerful, break in: so that your whole being may happen to me, and to you may happen, my whole cry.
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