Cannoli. The comfort food of the gods.
Despite my “Fishing for Nixon” winning a first place BLUE ribbon at the Beaufort County Arts Council Fine Arts Show this year (and an honorable mention for “Opium, the careful spider”), this blog has begun driving down a new highway – the road to food. I suppose that’s all right for now, but Artistic Endeavors return tomorrow. Yesterday’s trip to Michaels yielded much goodness and fodder for the 3D imagination. Friday means a Greenville antiquing stroll for objects duh art. So… on with the blog…
November means more than election time. It’s the beginning of the Food Season. The fifth and final season of the year. It truly commenced yesterday as Phoebe Kate and I strolled leisurely amidst the aisles of carefully arranged delicacies at that heavenly building which hosts our Fresh Market. We purchased cannolis, Napoleans, parmesan-bread crusted talapia, artichokes the size of a toddler head, and cobs of delicious corn. This officially begins Food Season for me. Let the baking begin!
A week or so ago, a bundt cake – not a phenomenal one – caused the rebirth of baking finesse in my kitchen. When the Kitchen Aid began to purr, it became obvious to all within earshot that warm ovens and cooling racks would once again rule my domestic efforts. Chocolate. Madagascar vanilla. Oh, and I just remembered – I promised Phoebe Kate some biscotti as she has never had the homemade variety.
When Food Season is in full swing, it becomes difficult to spend my precious daily allotment of “free time” on writing. As my fingers whiz across the keyboard, visions of eclairs dance in my head.
Betcha’ wish you could have one.
*Pittsburgh PA cannoli update: The BEST cannolis in this world can be found for sale outside the shops on The Strip on Saturday mornings.