Just finished up reading Chocolat by Joanne Harris, which was fantastic and highly recommended. Although fairly different from the movie, I enjoyed it just as much. Anyway, owing to the prominence of french chocolate and cake in this book (it was pretty mouth-watering) I decided I definitely wanted to bake when I got through. In the last couple of pages, the name of a cake popped out at me- Gâteau de Savoie, Savoy cake.
The cake is still in the oven and when it comes out I’ll top it in jam and let you know how it turned out.
Otherwise, I’m feeling very introspective, very nostalgic. The darkness of this house, the few windows always covered, makes me miss The House. The House had so much light in it, so open and bright. This place is almost a cave. Weird, I suppose, since my room was always considered a sort of den (my sister called it The Batcave; it was always several degrees darker and colder than the rest of the house).
Being nostalgic is not at all productive right now. I’m going to direct my energies towards my chapbook and hope that funnels it all out. You know, there’s a lot I want to talk about right now, but I also feel very calm. Usually I would be bursting at the seams to let it all out in the air, but for some reason I’ve been feeling tranquil. Well, I’m not going to knock it; it’s nice to have a little peace (if only it came with a little quiet).
Another time,
-VL
