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Making the famed Taiwanese snack 茶葉蛋 (tea stewed eggs) at this odd hour — caught a cooking bug lately

Wondering who I am able to feed this to after it is done in an hour…? LOL

Engulfment is a moment of hypnosis. A suggestion functions, which commands me to swoon without killing myself. Whence, perhaps, the gentleness of the abyss: I have no responsibility here, the act (of dying) is not up to me: I entrust myself, I transmit myself (to whom? to God, to Nature, to everything, except to the other).

– Barthes 

For no reason at all, I baked some heart shaped raisin scones for the first time (they were fabulous btw!!), a fresh loaf of 12 grain bread, and cooked up a big pot of vege soup this afternoon. Facebooked bff Linda over and she just came — after her busy day treating patients! — she makes me happy We had the loveliest time on my roof garden, the day was beautiful…

love her!!! 

This Quintet was Franck’s very last composition. The story says, Franck was madly in love with his pupil, a very talented young woman composer who was, unfortunately, happily married. The poor old Franck could only bury his passion in this work.

Saïnt-Saëns, a student at the conservatory at the time, was the pianist who premiered the composition. At the end of the performance, Franck, extremely happy with it, in front of the audience, gave the manuscript to Saïnt-Saëns as a token of appreciation. A genitor later found it left on the stage — Saïnt-Saëns didn’t take the score, for that he was in love with the same woman…

hah, I am a sucker (excuse my language) for this kind of stories… I heard the music was not published until after Franck’s wife passed away — she wouldn’t allow it… sigh…

Molto moderato quasi lento

Lento, con molto sentimento

Allegro non troppo, ma con fucco

Jascha Heifetz, Leonard Pennario, Israel Baker, William Primrose, Gregor Piatigorsky performing.

This recording always gets me boiled up… I could hear the impassioned and saddened heart beats restlessly in this gorgeous performance…

A preview for you, FrankenBob, until I record my own (probably will never be as good…) — it suits your mood and all our moods… hope the weather in England gets better…