Posted on October 20, 2016
Posted on October 3, 2016
I thought it might be time for a brief break from poetry and photography…
In the fall, I love baking with apples. In Canada, it’s almost Thanksgiving, and with company coming this year I was looking for a new recipe that isn’t too sweet and puts the emphasis on the apples.
I happened on a recipe for French Apple Cake that really appealed to me. I love simple, rustic French food, and not only did this recipe sound great but it looked easy, which is even more important, so I thought I’d give it a try.
This dessert has a custardy, apple-rich base beneath a light, cakelike topping. Cook’s Illustrated recommends microwaving the apples briefly to break the enzyme responsible for firming up pectin. I followed that suggestion and it worked really well.
This cake goes really well with a light dusting of powdered sugar, whipped cream, ice cream but it’s also lovely by itself — and tastes just as good the next day or the day after, in the unlikely event that anything is left.
If you like apples or French food — or both — you might want to give this a try!
French Apple Cake
Serves 8 to 10
2. Whisk 1 cup flour, 1 cup granulated sugar, baking powder, and salt together in bowl. Whisk egg, oil, milk, and vanilla together in second bowl until smooth. Add dry ingredients to wet ingredients and whisk until just combined. Transfer 1 cup batter to separate bowl and set aside.
Posted on October 1, 2016
Leaves are falling, falling as if from afar,
as if, far off in the heavens, gardens were wilting.
And as they fall, their gestures say “it’s over.”
In the night the heavy earth is falling
from out of all the stars into loneliness.
We are all falling. This hand here is falling.
Just look: it is in all of us.
Yet there is one who holds this falling
with infinite tenderness in her hands.
Rainer Maria Rilke
from On Being
Posted on September 28, 2016
Posted on September 24, 2016
People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking.
I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances with our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.
Posted on September 20, 2016
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more…
From Land of the Silver Birch
Posted on September 14, 2016
For years upon years upon years,
I dreamed the days away.
As I stared out the window of my speeding train,
the images of my life rushed by in a bright stream,
pulsing, flowing, exploding with colour and light
never stopping really,
There were always words there too, in my mind,
but they fluttered in and out,
trying so hard to make me believe them.
I couldn’t love them enough, though,
to give them a life of their own.