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French Wild Lavender and Saffron Rice Pudding
Today, after another late, late night, breakfast was late, and I spontaneously wanted sweetness and creaminess in a warming dish to start the day. After taking one cup of Arborio rice — yes, the same I use for risotto — tree of milk, five tablespoons of brown sugar, two pinches of Afghan saffron, two cardamom…
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Testing Detest — the inexplicable foe-to-friend metamorphosis
Friendship beds vary. A friendship may develop in a variety of ways and for various reasons, reaching different intensities. Some come subdued and ever so slowly, others are sudden shivering manifestations. While some are a smooth sail, others are tested and challenged for survival through time and situation. Generally, they all arise out of mutual…
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Words from the Opera — When horror breaks one heart, all hearts are broken
Balstrode:We’ll find him, maybe give a hand. Ellen:We have no power to help him now. Balstrode:We have the power. We have the power.In the black momentWhen your friend suffersUnearthly tormentWe cannot turn our backs.When horror breaks one heartAll hearts are broken. From the opera “Peter Grimes“ op. 33Composer: Benjamin BrittenFrom the poem by George Crabbe
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Love Ingrained — a non blended Risotto
Love and paradise! Those are desired states for body and soul wishing to live a fulfilled and satisfied life, free of challenges, free of doubt. At least it seems to be a common sentiment amongst humans. To me, such states imply other connotations: a refined focus, lively observation, widened attention, and heightened physical and cognitive…
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When words are mere pericarps
This in a previously unimaginable place. And writing makes its embracing somewhat inadequate. Today, and for the last couple of months, I find myself recognizing new layers to the concepts of beauty, love, friendship, the mortal (animal) and the god-thought. They all touch me whenever unspoken. And that is the troublesome moment in itself. The…
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A Requiem on Arrival
What happens to a newborn when touched, impressed, moved by the depth of music but without the release of tears? Where does the intensity land?
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“It is cruel that music should be so beautiful.”
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony. Benjamin Britten (1913-1976) English Composer
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