Monday, April 20, 2009

Miles Davis and Spring

I sit here on this rainy night listening to the never tiresome talent of Miles Davis. Kind of Blue is currently playing on my Zune, though I wish with fervor that it were vinyl spinning on my little turntable, which wobbles ever so slightly as the record goes round, lending an endearing warble to the music. Living quarters in Brooklyn can be minimal, so my records and their player have taken up residency in the basement of my parent's home about 2,000 miles away. It is a sad thing this rainy night.

Listening to this album, through whatever medium, fills my head with memories of sitting at my little table in a high-rise studio apartment with a built in Murphy bed (which I am still amazed didn't actualize my fears of swallowing me as I slept) on a rainy Vancouver morning. I was in the midst of pastry school, living and breathing knowledge and flour and daily chocolate almond croissants. I had ventured to live in (what I thought at the time was) a big city, knowing no one, with the hope of turning my love of anything flour, sugar, and butter into a livelihood. It was the beginning of a dream and the awakening of a true love for food.

A few years and experiences have come and gone since then, and sadly, my passion and vigor for my craft and it's supporting characters have gone a little by the wayside. That is until about a month ago when my dear friend Katie mentioned that I ought to check out some food blogs; she thought this would be right up my alley. Boy, was she right. I have since spent many an evening glued to my computer, eyes going blind, backside falling asleep, grinning and chuckling aloud to myself as I pore over entry after entry of other's accomplishments, woes, and sheer enthusiasm for life and the food that sustains it.

The privelege of peering into the food lives of others has re-awakened in me a sense of excitement and adventure. It has gently urged me out of my cocoon of complacency and sparked within me an urge to take full advantage of the bounty that surrounds me. And what better time to start than spring? With it's buds and blooms and promises of green things sprouting from the earth, both those edible and non, it is impossible to decline this invitation for a journey back to a place of eagerness and passion and true love.