I made chocolate pudding last night. Seriously.
I poured cream on it.
I ate it.
I may or may not do it again tonight.
It was amazingly delicious, we even bought ‘almond meal’ specifically. It’s expensive stuff. And there’s 5 more lots of pudding I can get out of it….worth every cent. What an awesome invention…pudding. It’s ideal on a cold winters night when you’re trying to take your mind off the goosebumps plaguing your knee caps.
I got the recipe out of the Donna Hay cookbook called Seasons. I bought it on a spur of the moment decision, it was on sale but it was still expensive. It’s a beautiful book. More of a picture book for foodies than anything else, it just happens to include recipes. Horray!
When I was in high school I used to absolutely love those “sophisticated” picture books. There was a little section of them in our school library and I swear I read them all. They were so fascinating. You could stare at one page for hours, there was so much detail and levels upon levels of meaning and intruige. There was a stage in my life where I wanted to grow up to write and illustrate those books. A stage I’m not sure if I’ve passed or not yet.
The beauty of them I think was that you could read them quickly if you wanted to. Or you could spend hours on every page. Or you could read them every day and find something new each time.
It’s kind of like the world (and sorry about getting a little philisophical). You can walk past a tree and be like “Oh! That’s a nice tree” and move on. Or you can sit down with the tree and study it in depth, it’s root systems and leaf patterns, the way it’s bark clings on. Or you can devote your life to studying a tree, and go back every day to see how it’s changed. Or perhaps how your impression of it has changed.
It’s interesting, at least to me, how as we change so do our impressions of things. Take for example, the colour green. As a child every colour is awesome, the colour green makes us think of the great outdoors and it makes us happy. But say you get to your teenage years and suddenly you want to seem super cool, green might be a ‘boring’ colour compared to more stand out-ish colours like red. You might start dating a guy who always wears green cargo pants, and one day he might break your heart. Now green becomes a sad colour.
Our impressions change as we do, though green itself never changes.
Just for the record…I love green cargos.
ANYWAY on an entirely different note, I’m making stickers – YAY! Will let you know when they’re all awesome looking and printed and stuff and then maybe…just maybe.. I’ll share!
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