Suprises

This is the rock pile at the backyard Camino.  Maybe two thousand stones, each a thought to be carefully prayed over.
This is the rock pile at the backyard Camino. Maybe two thousand stones, each a thought to be carefully prayed over.

I just got an email this morning from my dear Camino friend and flan guru, talking flan yes, amoungst updates on her life. So, I take it that I have her blessing to experiment with the basic recipe. Which is a good thing as I have already gone down that road. My big triumph in this area is creating orange flan which I am making again soon for the company coming. So, Alida liked the orange idea and said that she has a coffee variation that sounds interesting to me.

Where am I going with this? There is a point though, and that is that in this cooking endeavor I have to employ variation to bring surprise to a menu. Just as surprise on the Camino was such an important part of the magic there having suprise in a menu seems equally vital. If I am spending the time and effort to bring love to my tapa friends or dinner friends though cooking for them I need to have ways to keep things interesting over time. Sort of food as a journey is what I am seeing. Then I should should create an interesting journey is the thought.

I had a nice surprise yesterday in meeting an acquaintance of Annie’s named Kate that teaches classes in art history and pilgrimage. She is interested in ways that people have set up there own local facsimiles of larger things that give them a sense of that larger thing. As in labyrinths are miniture facsimiles of full scale journeys. Well, that sounds familiar. So we FaceTimed for an hour on the topic.

OK, off to work. Buen Camino one again, love, Felipe.