Monday, May 23, 2011

revelation in simplicty

     As an avid baker, few things are as rewarding as seeing reactions on the faces of my fellow epicureans when savoring scrumptious morsels from my kitchen. Even better than this is when I can respond, "It was super simple." Whether they know it or not, the foodie experiences more of me through the simplest recipes than from even the most time-consuming, technical, and elaborate recipes. Less stuff gets in the way. When they indulge in the decadence of a twenty five layer crepe cake it is easy to get lost in the aromatic St Germaine-infused cream that lingers gently within each and every one of those twenty-five layers, or to be enthralled with the golden caramelized sugar, creating the perfect crunch atop this delectable confection. And in an instant, it is gone, with only the vague memory of such flavors dancing around on the taste buds.
Now, contrast that with the simple peppery, meat-laden casatiello bread with an oozing over-easy egg. There is something about the art of making this bread. It truly becomes the work of the makers' hands. Chopping- kneading-rising-kneading-folding-rolling-rising-baking-EATING!. Very simple process with imprints the of maker.  
     Toast it, top it with an egg, and there is a SO-SIMPLE breakfast. But the maker is visible in every imperfection of the bread, in every uniquely-chopped cube of pancetta or sopressatta, in the texture of an egg that is cooked just right, and in ever grain of sea salt and ground pepper that is delicately sprinkled over top the egg. Bellisimo!
     As I sat and pondered my new-found appreciation for simplicity, so began the musings of my (sometimes) over-complicated heart. Simplicity stems from humility. Simplicity reveals, while complexity conceals. Simplicity says, "I want you to know me for who I am." Complexity wants to be know for "What I can do." I would assert that complexity is rooted in pride. Simplicity expells all that is superfluous, while complexity "dumbs it down." One who feels compelled to dumb it down is aware of his achievements and, more dubiously, aware of others' shortcomings- little confidence exists in the other's ability to comprehend. There is room for growth in simplicity, while complexity becomes a rigid container.
     And then there is Jesus, born into obscurity, in utter simplicity. What could have been more simple than his humble existence beginning with his birth in a cave and being laid in a feed trough. And the Eucharist... bread...wine... simple. Would I recognise the savior of the world if I were to consume something more beautiful than a simple piece of bread? Would I rather just gaze at it's beauty? The taste or bread- If the Eucharist tasted like apple pie, would I give thanks for having received the savior of the world or would I cast aside my savior for another serving of that American classic.The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, understands the art of simplicity. The savior of the world, the Son of God, who once walked this earth and now dwells in the blessed sacrament reveals himself in simplicity and He invites us on this journey of humility.

Lord,    
      I am restless in my sufferings, in my afflictions- How often do I ask you to take this cup from me! How often do I complicate things! It is easy to be humble when the You are pouring out blessings upon me, because I know I do not deserve any of it. But Lord, I am humbled by your faith in me to endure these afflictions. I am humbled that you give me this cross, but most of all, Lord, I humbled by the grace you give me to carry it.
- Amen   

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Nom Nom Cakes with a super-cool girl!


      I do not know where this recipe came from, maybe Martha. I have a not-so-secret love affair with Martha. The best part about it is that my girlfriend is accepting of it. Any way, last week we made Cupid Cakes... It was the longest recipe I have every attempted. In these little 3 x 3in heart cakes, there were five elements that had to be assembled, covered, and then eating: Chocolate Cake, Chocolate Icing, Salted Caramel, Marshmallow filling, and Marshmallow Fondant. No surprise that I had to change it a little bit. The chocolate cake that was
recommended by Martha was not chocolatey enough. So after baking her chocolate cake, I baked mine... A variation from the chocolate cake recipe I got from epicurious. Martha used store-bought fondant, but we all know that that does not taste good. So we made marshmallow fondant (recipe below) from scratch. After something like 8 hours, We had the most delicious little cakes and a kitchen floor that was covered with chocolate, caramel, and marshmallow filling. It was a good thing that they were small because one bit could send you into a diabetic shock. I was so inspired by these little cakes that I made little footballs for a super bowl party that I didn't go to. Best part, It only took me like 3 hours instead of 8! They are a very versatile cake and they can be made into any shape. We renamed them "Nom nom cakes" because "cupid cakes" sounds a little lame. Although it was great to make the cakes and they tasted amazing and it was worth the challenge, the best part was that I was baking with a super-cool girl.



 Marshmallow Fondant:

1- Bag Marshmallows
1- 2lb bag of Powdered Sugar
Vegetable Crisco (lots of it!)

In a microwave safe bowl, add marshmallows and a little bit of water (about 1-2 tbsp). Microwave for 30 seconds and stir. Return for 30 seconds and stir again. Do this until marshmallows dissolve into a cream. Stir in some powdered sugar. Next rub a surface with vegetable shortening. This will keep it from sticking--- it will stick if you don't. Also rub your hands with crisco... It will definitely help reduce sticking... pour powdered sugar and and kneed marshmallow mixture into sugar--- kneed until smooth

You can find youtube tutorials- they are pretty helpful.


Here are the footballs: Sorry, it is a cellphone picture

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Cross-eyed (cheesy isn't it)

I have what they (whoever they are) a conversion insufficiency. I received this diagnosis when I was in fourth grade. When at looking at writing or pictures that are close to my face, my eyes do not converge; one eye will and the other with stay the same. And it is almost impossible for me to cross my eyes -a valuable life skill which I will never gain. But such is life. I went to the optometrist, and he gave me special exercises to do. I had to clip a comic block out of a news paper and glue it to a popsicle stick. I practice moving it closer to my eyes and focusing on it. I was very enthusiastic about making this exercise devices, I must have had 20. Needless to say, my enthusiasm soon wained and after a week, I never used them again. My eyes remain the same. The upside is that I can do those magic eye puzzles like no other.
     I would venture to say that I have a spiritual conversion sufficiency. If only we could see the bigger picture all at once and see every detail in stunning clarity.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Pink Candle Sunday

     There are only two days in the liturgical year that it is appropriate to wear "rose." This week, (the third sunday of advent) and on the fourth sunday of lent. Both are times of joy and hope.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

1 week down, 3 to go

     The turkey is in the oven- the aroma of sage and pancetta fills the house. I swept, mopped, vacuumed the carpets, clean the bathroom, rinsed out the sinks, made my bed, and did the dishes. And as I sit on my couch in a nice and clean apartment (something I haven't know in two months [don't judge]), I cannot help but wonder, is this even worth it... it's just going to get dirty again.
     Today, on the occasion of Thanksmas (a made-up holiday between Thanksgiving and Christmas used as a way to celebrate togetherness with my college family), I have cooked and clean all for one moment. A moment that will be loads of fun, I'm sure. But it is still just one moment that will come and go. And everything has to be perfect. The pates have to match the cups, and the turkey has to be prepared in a special way... all because today is a special day. But when I think about how much effort I am putting into Thanksmas I am wondering about my preparation for Christmas.
     Think of that first Christmas. Mary and Joseph are traveling on a donkey...POP! It's time for baby Jesus to be born. But there was no room for Him to be born. Jesus didn't say, "Alright mom, I'll just hang out in here for a vacancy to open up." No... "I am coming and I am coming out NOW! I have waited ever since Adam and Eve ate of the fruit. This is the time, IT CANT WAIT!" And so, the only place left for Jesus to be born was a cave in the side of a mountain with a bunch of stinky animals.
     So what does this mean for me? Jesus was born, right? God made it work... Yes. But wouldn't you want the king of the universe to be born into something more than a cave? Doesn't he deserve something more. Doesn't he deserve to be born into my heart? As I prepare for Christmas, I have to wonder, will there be room for Jesus in my heart? What are the things that crowded the inn so that Joseph and Mary could not get a room? We are all apart of the body of Christ, but how often do we let unforgiveness, angery, or jealousy take the open rooms in the inn (our hearts). For me, I know that I could do some serious house cleaning. This Christmas, clear out those rooms so that Joseph and Mary may bring Jesus into your world and thus into our world. Mend those relationships that have broken the body of Christ.
     If God is love and love demands a response, what will our response be to God when he asks us to love Him? Because, like it or not, Jesus is coming! Will you put off cleaning out your rooms that are packed with past hurt and failings, or will you make some space?