Summer holidays are over. The pressure is on, locally, to put my local blog back in service. The pressure is on, internally, to focus my attention on those things I consider essential, my personal writing being foremost among those. I’ll do what I can for the community and for my stories, both – while remembering you can’t please all the people, all the time. Sometimes, you can’t even please any of the people most of the time. But I’ve known that for a long time.
Today: fig chutney, stories and whatever else life sends along. Music, certainly. For now, Yo-Yo Ma playing Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1. I like the fact we use the word ‘playing’ for a skill requiring that level of concentration and dedication. That’s where the fun happens though – children have always known that.
Photo: wild fig trees at the old bridge.
12:00 Of course, in this kitchen, the recipe was used for proportions and the ingredients got tweaked. As in:
no ginger – the figs were aromatic and I didn’t want to fool around with their flavor
no raisins – who needs raisins when you’ve got figs??? (an old French expression ‘mi-figue, mi-raisin’ refers to someone half smiling, half scowling after buying figs augmented with dried raisins – unless it’s the other way round, I forget.)
no cardamon – again, would overpower the figs.
Instead: fennel seed, dried poblano pepper and lemon rind, pulsed. Plus fresh slivered garlic (lots),ground coriander, turmeric and a pinch of cinnamon. Wine vinegar, brown sugar; cook, pack in sterile jars.
18:00 All I can say is: every time I tell myself I won’t be able to juggle all the pieces, I simply realize it’s a question of choosing which of the pieces really matter. The rest simply takes care of itself. So: chutney, done (tasted it this noon: it’s good.)
R’s photos for the street artists: done (special authorization from City Hall: they won’t have to pay the permit so long as they belong to the Federation).
Story: moving forward.
Calling it a day over here. Mesdames, Mesdemoiselles, Messieurs, good day/evening/night to you over there, wherever that may be.