failing well
in may i wrote about the art of staging in terms of photo essays, beauty and the spontaneous party. i am continually drawn to environments with lots of white space (no surface abuse!) and books and magazines with minimalist, contemporary design. and, while i love to share about successful recipes and hostessing, i realize that the social media world is appealing in one sense because we can edit ourselves toward whomever we want to appear to be to others.
i love colorful buntings and crisp blue and white linens, not to mention swooning over rugs from dash & albert, just to mention a few things...and, as i encourage my students to do, there is risk involved. and real life. and mess. and with this comes the art of failure!
i would be remiss to only share the beauty and the hits without giving some time to the not-so-greats. for example, last evening i did not consult "the flavor bible" and tried to wing a new dish on my own. strong intuition is good, but i should have looked at the sauce pairings, because what i made was an epic fail of palate proportions. (never, under any circumstances, mix smoked oysters with pineapple and tomatoes!)
i remember that for every fail there is a success, such as the chocolate cayenne pepper cake and the french mussels. and the june brunch for ten...as well as the simple but hearty shared meal here with my friends from oahu.
as for reality, right now i am covered in not only bike grease from my daily commute, but also dirt and the green of tomato vines. a stray feather has found it's way into my nest from the chickens (of which we lost another...while i don't cry anymore, as a bonafide harbinger of country living, we did have a moment of silence in the coop for beloved rhoda.)
the apples get holes in them. but that doesn't stop me from a weekend of pie baking, of transforming what is into what could be...and the joy to be found along the way.
i love colorful buntings and crisp blue and white linens, not to mention swooning over rugs from dash & albert, just to mention a few things...and, as i encourage my students to do, there is risk involved. and real life. and mess. and with this comes the art of failure!
i would be remiss to only share the beauty and the hits without giving some time to the not-so-greats. for example, last evening i did not consult "the flavor bible" and tried to wing a new dish on my own. strong intuition is good, but i should have looked at the sauce pairings, because what i made was an epic fail of palate proportions. (never, under any circumstances, mix smoked oysters with pineapple and tomatoes!)
i remember that for every fail there is a success, such as the chocolate cayenne pepper cake and the french mussels. and the june brunch for ten...as well as the simple but hearty shared meal here with my friends from oahu.
as for reality, right now i am covered in not only bike grease from my daily commute, but also dirt and the green of tomato vines. a stray feather has found it's way into my nest from the chickens (of which we lost another...while i don't cry anymore, as a bonafide harbinger of country living, we did have a moment of silence in the coop for beloved rhoda.)
the apples get holes in them. but that doesn't stop me from a weekend of pie baking, of transforming what is into what could be...and the joy to be found along the way.
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