Thursday, September 19, 2024
clay: votive candle holders
I dithered for a long while on which glazes, and uncharacteristically went with black on one and caramel on the other. And thought it interesting that a blue green glaze just made each dominant glaze just mottled.
I like the masculinity of the Black Pearl and the Teal Appeal is more subtle than I had hoped for.
And I love the warmth of the Goldrush and could not be happier about the toffee color rendered by the Teal Appeal. I may put it on the Friendsgiving table.
Wednesday, September 18, 2024
cook: chicken al pastor & chicken karaage
I instructed my husband to buy chicken at Costco, and instead of the chicken thighs I was expecting, he brought home chicken breasts. Sigh. I always end up cooking breasts too long and too hot, so that they end up dry. But at least I made my loaded (onions, garlic, jalapeno, tomato, oregano, cilantro)frijoles de la olla to counteract dry, boring chicken. I remember adding those same alliums and herbs and a little cumin and chipotle chilies in adobo sauce as well as orange and lemon and lime juices to the marinating chicken.
Friday, September 13, 2024
clay: candy bowl
I had just enough B3 Brown to make a small bowl, a clay body that mid fires to black rather than brown, and so used a glaze that I hoped would make the bowl brown rather than black and occasionally break into a sandy light brown.
And it did. Oof, the bowl is more oblong than round….but I love this glaze on the dark clay body. So much so that it became my new candy dish. I’m not a truffle fan, but I do like chocolate now and then with fruit, especially citrus. And so I couldn’t resist these Lindt blood orange chocolates, whose wrappers contrast so beautifully with brown.Monday, September 9, 2024
clay: air plant planters
When I go into a ceramic studio with a plan, albeit one that’s in my head rather than already sketched out in my clay journal, I get shit done like these windowsill and wall pocket air plant pots.
I'd like to make it too, but want to glaze it in any of the number of combinations of the test tiles in the studio or in Ghost Blue or Floating Blue on a porcelain clay--a bag of which I have at the parks and rec studio. I think I can finally use all the bags of clay I have from the high school studio, but work on the pots at Clay Life and then fire the greenware at both school and the parks and rec. I'll make a damp box some time this fall in which to contain sgraffito pots. And oh! I've been learning to throw bowls for the past two Sunday nights, and last night I got to trim the 6 bowls. Super fun! I was mesmerized by the spinning wheel and the subtractions of clay ribbons flying off underneath the loop tool. I now can make coordinating bowls for my coupe plates after I throw a 100 bowls or so--luckily I'll have bowls to give to the Empty Bowls event this winter.
Tuesday, September 3, 2024
cook: labor day summer supper
I can't trust a lot of directions on recipes for a slow roasted salmon. Most call for a 250 degree oven for 50 to 60 minutes. Too hot and too long in my opinion for the oven I have.
My favorite summer meal.
Sunday, September 1, 2024
coziness: the paris novel
I just finished for my vacation reading, The Paris Novel by Ruth Reichl. It was charming if a bit fanciful for plausibility, but I liked it enough to procrastinate from speed reading the YA novels I have to book talk after the Labor Day holiday.
And Reichl's novel not only got me to listen to her interview with NPR linked above, but also curious enough to want to view the self-portrait painted by Victorine Meurent displayed at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts as well as read a some biographical sketches about her.
Of course, I adored Reichl's sensual descriptions of oysters and even ortolan, which frankly horrified and even kind of disgusted me. The novel is set in 1983 and made me recall my own unpleasant travel experiences in Paris--the rude Parisians who despise American tourists that speak no French and overcrowded tours of the Louvre and Versailles. However, I do also remember the baguettes being the best bread I'd ever tasted, not even needing butter, and a most wonderful meal (I remember a cold salmon appetizer and lovely salad greens dressed in a wonderful vinaigrette) at an outdoor table atop some steps in Montremart overlooking the lights of Paris and the Eiffel Tower. I related also to the repressed Stella St. Vincent and totally understand her bewilderment at being one of Whitman's "tumbleweed" expatriates who sleep and work at the Shakespeare and Company. I myself bought a copy of The Unbearable Lightness of Being at that bookstore in order to read something in English other than my Frommer's guide. But I digress. The Paris Novel is about Stella, a 32-year-old woman who has suffered a sexually traumatizing childhood and is afraid of men and intimacy and thereby ruled by fear and a need for safety. She leaves her secure, narrow and ascetic existence as a copy editor at a small publishing house in New York City and travels to Paris at her estranged and deceased mother's behest. On impulse, Stella steps into a vintage clothing boutique where a dressmaker fits her into a 1950s Yves St. Laurent/Dior dress and is ordered to go eat oysters and drink Chablis at a restaurant. And typical of an American fairy tale, she then discovers fulfilling and interesting work, a love for French cuisine and cooking, her French father, and as an afterthought, a handsome French boyfriend. More importantly, Stella inherits the beautiful French dress and comes into her own as she discovers her passions.