August 24, 2011 § 34 Comments
5 & Spice is two years old (two years young?) today! Admittedly, in the scheme of blogs, that’s not very old yet. But, to be perfectly honest, when I first started writing, I’m pretty sure I expected that by the end of two years, I wouldn’t have anything left to say. Instead, I feel like I keep having more to say, more that I’m excited about, more I want to share with you.
It’s like one of those conversations where, each time it starts trickling off and you think maybe it will end, instead a new and even more exciting topic comes up, and you keep talking, until finally you look up and notice that the sun is rising, you’ve been talking all night, and you can’t think of any other way you would rather have spent your time.
I’m not one of those people lucky enough to have discovered early on that they have a calling (to those of you who do, I am way jealous!), however, having stumbled into this little world of developing, photographing, and writing about recipes (okay, okay, and writing about my random thoughts and stories), it feels suspiciously close to one. It’s more of a persistent beckoning, perhaps, than a “haloo-there” call.
February 13, 2011 § 8 Comments
“Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love…” And here we have a whole holiday to celebrate it! Sort of. Valentine’s days have paraded by me through the years wearing many different colors, but I must admit that very rarely have they had that much to do with actual Love. I’m afraid Valentine’s day has more often been about the performance of the play that I had written in my head and entitled “Love.” Or love with a candy coating – usually one well suited to my age.
Remember the days of grade school, when Valentine’s Day was all about accumulating sweets and Valentine’s in your decorated cardboard shoebox? About worrying over which card to give to the boy you had a crush on, and about saving the best candies for your friends. It was all about lollipop love, innocent, simple, saccharine. As I grew, Valentine’s day became about boyfriends and dates. About melodramatically driving to the ridge to look at stars and receiving ridiculous bouquets of roses and baby’s breath. This was love en flambe, blazing but superficial, burning out quickly and leaving everyone unscathed (except, perhaps, a little caramelizing around the edges…).
Then with age came Valentine’s days with heartache. Regrets, mistakes made, opportunities missed, new love found. I coated love with bittersweet chocolate, mistaking the fear of losing love for Love itself.
January 4, 2010 § 3 Comments
Okay, I know we’re all supposed to be full of eager enthusiasm about our New Year’s resolutions right now, their being brand new and all. Everybody’s hitting the gym, and trying to eat more vegetables and less junk, or to be more patient with all the people involved in the horrendous airline industry who make you wait in lines or on hold for hours at a time only to cancel your flights and then reroute you only after extensive convincing and still charge you that ridiculous $20 for your luggage plus fees for overweight baggage, even though it’s really not your fault that it’s impossible to pack light if you’re visiting Minnesota in the winter (it’s 20 below out people, come on)….That is to say, this is admittedly probably not the best time to be sharing tips on making decadent party desserts. But hey, Valentine’s Day is right around the corner! Plus, my personal resolution is to cut myself a little more slack, which I’ve determined for this moment means not worrying about the timing of this post and writing it anyway, just because I want to. So, on with the trifle! « Read the rest of this entry »