Summer, and Time, in the Summertime.Cakes and Breads / June 25, 2018
A whiny and excuse-ridden treatise on time, why I didn’t blog very much, and a lovely pictorial of some of my latest creations.
Summer is nearly over and I have a quarrel with her.
I think she may have cheated me out of a few weeks of pleasure.
Ninety days, or one quarter of a year, ought to feel equal in some sense of the word to say, spring, which is an explosion of excess, renewal, and leisure, drawing out the passing seconds the same way a new leaf bursts forth from a barren twig: SLOWLY.
Or winter, now that is a season! She is a master at playing with the notion of time. During the entire cold expanse of it all you are counting the days until you see the first blossom, shivering underneath your thermals as you yearn for the warmth you had cursed just a few months before.
But summer? It vanishes in an instant! Dwindling long before you’ve worn all the new sandals you bought, or nursed a sunburn all the way back to health you suddenly realize it is autumn and you are buying pumpkins, steeping cinnamon sticks, and listening to the hum of your furnace.
And so time belongs to each of us differently.
Let’s look at this from the perspective of those I nourished, those who were glad I didn’t disappear to my office every night to tap out my thoughts, instead piling layers of bling cuisine in front of them. And I hope the aromas and flavors exploded on their tongues with sublime bliss.
Summer may have gone quickly but I did what I loved. And even with time and her steady metronome of turning our present into the past, and with only 3 weeks remaining until we all begin dreaming of hot cider and stews, my wish is that every season is filled with good memories, good people, and good food.
“Time” to go cook.