LETTING COLOUR IN

Colour spelt with a ‘u’ – colour not color. Many words in American have ‘u’ removed. But English travels and like all languages is endlessly evolving. We can choose our spelling!

The chickens laid us an egg yesterday so I made gnocchi.

I am going to work and work on my food photography while I am in California. I am attracted to so many different genres. But the dark moody look is my favorite so far. Now all I have to do is work out how to get what is in my minds eye onto the screen.

Gnocchi

1 cup Janies Mill Sifted Durum Flour. 1 cup boiled, drained cooled ( a little) and riced potato. 1 beaten fresh egg.

Roll into long fingers. Cut into tiny pillows. Fork. Boil and run across hot salted butter.

Do not over mix/knead. Do not let the potato fool all the way. Rest only about 15 minutes then boil.

Grief does not go away. But it can settle. We allow it a space to reside where it can belong but not cloud our days. Like a sad neighbour who you nod to as you leave your porch. We allow loss to find itself a place to live in our world. We live with grief. We don’t ‘get over it’.

Anyway. Things are moving apace. It is cold but not too bad. Already half way through January. My remote work begins on February 14th. So much to do. So exciting. There will be lots of baking, recipe development, pictures, articles on baking and flour and always my customer service and shipping. While traveling!

It is not an easy ask ( of myself) however I am determined to make the work work.

I am older now and older women have trouble staying still in one place. We need to move or we get into trouble. The moment I decided to find a way to take my work on the road my heart, that had been booming at me to ‘get a wriggle on’ ( Dads words), settled back into place and pace. My breathing slowed – I can see ahead again. I am on a mission.

I read Wild ( thank you for the recommendation) then watched the movie and as usual the book was better.

I am off out into the cold to remake the pigs bed and throw a bale of good hay into the chook house. The door is frozen open ( which is part of the reason they are not laying in the right place) so they are merrily roaming wild.

I hope you all have a great week!

Cecilia

45 Comments on “LETTING COLOUR IN

  1. Good evening, c. 1) You’re so right about grief. 2) I must try making gnocchi. Oddly, I’ve never even eaten it.

  2. Your photos today are outstanding, beautiful and very much in tune with thekitchensgarden. I have no doubt you will bring the same candor and reality to what you see, and do, on the road.

  3. Ha ha – definitely colour not color!
    Have you seen Bill Brant’s photographs? You probably have, but if not I think you’ll like the hard contrast.

    • No – I did not know his work but you are right I like that hard unyielding black in white contrast.
      I think I would like to go right back to making portraits in black and white. I used to have quite the rogues gallery years ago / god knows where all those prints ended up.

      • Cool – I’m glad you like his work! In case you don’t know, a red filter with black and white film (or digital) accentuates the contrast like that – it cuts out a lot of the mid tones and makes thinks more contrasty.

  4. Wonderful images and post as always. I hope you are well and safe and enjoying the snowy days. We are having a little blizzard here in Nashville today. Loving it.

  5. Are those fox prints on the pond? I made gnocchi once, it was not very good.

  6. You are moving in more ways than one. Am glad . . . your heart and soul will find peace. Ha ! My computer is on ‘Australian English’ – it would not let me send anything bar ‘colour’ if I tried 🙂 !!!

  7. Hello Celi!!! I love that dark bread ~ I’ll be right over with my butter!! And sit with my Doggies n enjoy!!!
    No covid with us, we’re vaccinated, boostered, n face masks all the time.
    But last week was very difficult for my family ~ my Cousin’s husband was in the hospital for 2 weeks n died from the covid. My cousin Lori wasn’t allowed to see him, they called her at the last minute to come in ~ but she didn’t make it in time. Soso sad. And they were such a close n loving couple, 6 married children, so loved their grandkids. I’m so brokenhearted for her.
    Glad you’re still getting the piggies warmed up!!!
    Hugs to my “Pups”!!!! Take care Celi!!!!

  8. I chuckled as I read “older women… we get into trouble” 😀 Yes, well… I think there are a few reasons for that… Caitlin Moran has written a few spot on articles and books about hormones, peri-menopause, menopause, midlife… wisdom follows and with wisdom often comes the aforementioned trouble!

  9. After a very dear friend passed away a few years ago, I read a description of grief that resonated with me. It said that grief is like a ball in a box. Whenever we remember something about the person or event, it touches the sides of the box and it hurts. Imagine that right after the event that causes grief (whether it is someone dear passing, or any other event that causes grief), the ball is large, and touches all sides of the box. But as the days pass, the ball slowly shrinks, and it touches the sides of the box less and less. It doesn’t mean that the grief becomes less, just that it doesn’t touch so often, and we can go back to our lives without the grief overwhelming us. Just every now and then something will happen, a flash of memory or a remembered conversation, and the ball will ‘touch’. I don’t know if I have explained this very well, but it is definitely how it is for me. And my ball still ‘touches’ the sides of the box sometimes, but enough time has passed between touches now that it is not the raw hurt, but rather a bittersweet hurt, for things missed.

    • I’m reading this late (the 22nd). This description is so good. It explains how grief will just well up seemingly out of nowhere and then things seem better but then it happens again. This is a really good explanation for that seeming inconsistency. You get to a point where it seems you are over it and then suddenly you aren’t (even for just a moment) and it makes you feel kind of crazy. This explanation makes that happening a normal reaction and that’s good to know.

  10. Gnocci are fabulous, little soft pillows of delight. I like them made with baked pumpkin instead of potato – you need a little more flour because pumpkin is wetter than potato, but they’re still beautifully soft and light. Boiled till they float, lightly sautéed in salted butter or bacon fat, and then a grating of good cheese. Such a pity I’m not allowed a big plateful any more…

  11. The art of photography well practiced here.
    (I grew up when the school taught “this is the English spelling – this is the American spelling. You will see both being used. Both are correct, so you can pick which one you like.” I often still use the “u” – it just seems to fit better in some situations…the computer does get annoyed though
    Have fun C. Be u

  12. So much resonated here today. We live with grief. We don’t ‘get over it.” said so much. I would love to be able to make something as delectable as gnocchi. I’m a clumsy cook. Yours look scrumptious. So does the dark bread. My favorite. I want to be more dangerous too. I have the feeling of settling in and giving up but you keep reminding me to grab life and run with it. I’m cheering for you.

  13. My husband went into the kitchen at 2 a.m. this morning, picked up the box of crackers and someone tiny and brown hopped out and zipped away. Evidence of a cracker pitifully nibbled left behind. I don’t know what to do!
    If I call an exterminator he’ll have a fit because I feed nuts to the tree squirrels outside.

    • That is great to hear. Thank you so much. Learning to live next to sorrow is so much easier than fighting to get over it. The old fashioned mourning periods certainly served a purpose. I wonder when society decided to do away with a mourning period all dressed in black.

  14. Love your words. I often say I put my grief and sorrow in small cupboards in my psyche and occasionally I open a cabinet and oops, there is that emotion. I work at tucking that back in and move on down the road, but I know I’ll visit it again someday. Losing Mom, my Aunt, my Grandmother -> those are the huge ones. The very large cabinets.

    Much love, P

  15. I like to read the book first and usually prefer them. Sometimes the movies are good “adaptions”, but I always think it’s just other peoples perceptions of a book I’ve already built a vivid version of … if that ramble makes sense lol
    At the same time, if I read the book second it usually colours my own imagination and picturing of it. So I seldom read a book after I’ve watched a movie 🤔
    That gnocchi looks delicious!

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