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a journal of the cha(ca)os (and fig) year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 1, 2025 by xi'an

 Read the last part of The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet by David Mitchell, which still  takes place in the early 1800’s at the Dutch East India Company trading post Dejima in Nagasaki, as the historical aspects—like the attempt by a British ship to take over the outpost—beat the weakest features of the story. The end does feel rushed.

I made my first attempt at a chocolate tablet by mixing the cocoa—cacao in French—paste (kako in Créole) I brought back from Guadeloupe—made from the cocoa seeds I had bought at the market, roasting and crushing them—with crushed biscuits and a tiny bit of butter. The result was keeping with the bitter chocolate flavour I enjoy in 100% cocoa tablets, if presumably richer in fat and sugar, and more on the chocolate biscuit side! As the fig tree is now delivering at full speed, I am making compotes and office deliveries on most days, along with picking great tomatoes (which survived the heat waves) and the second chili pepper that grew from the chili tree this summer—sadly so low on the Scoville scale that it didn’t much differ from the peppers that also grew there—. In a bountiful year, the only failure was the buckwheat attempt, since no single flower came to deliver. Expert advice is thus sought for next year! This did not prevent me from resuming cooking whey (from skyr) and buckwheat, rye, or chestnut crêpes (on the Amazon iron griddle that no longer sticks!).

Watched and enjoyed the series Dept. Q, a gritty, depressing, and engrossing detective story that mixes cold cases, domestic violence, PTSD, sexism, several levels of guilt, and a variety of Scottish accents, from Edinburgh to the Western Isles. Despite the captivity thread in the scenario that I always dislike as a weak option in this kind of story, albeit making more sense as the episodes unfold. The grey areas surrounding most characters keeps the series at quite an acceptable level of engagement, as does the range of personalities thus displayed. This includes most victims that could have fallen into the poor-dear trap, but remain ambiguous and equally guilty to maintain the balance. Looking forward new seasons (not in the Scottish sense, where most days usually cover all four of them!). Also watched the second season of Wednesday, enjoyable enough if on the light and repetitive side. With Jenna Ortega still running the show, along with a stronger presence of Catherine Zeta-Jones. Just missing the Cramps moment of Season 1!

a journal of the chaos⁺⁺⁺ year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 25, 2025 by xi'an

Read a second volume of Caimh McDonnell’s first Dublin trilogy, The Day That Never Comes, which I found a huge disappointment, from mixing too many stories and situations to the slow pace of the scenario, to the annoying childishness of the main characters, to the tired jokes and idiosyncrasies, to the once again unrealistic conclusion. I am not contemplating going through the following tomes. I also read over a weekend the last volume of Pascale Quiviger’s Le Royaume de Pierre d’Angle, Courage, which concludes this (YA?) fantasy novel. A little disappointed by this very long volume, even more than little… Part of the story is very secondary, even useless, and we quickly get tired of the fights between Jacquard and Victoire, as well as of the mistreatment of the entire castle staff by both of them. The lack of realism of the Pierre d’Angle universe is even more glaring in this volume, because of its inability both to provide the resources of a court like Louis XIV’s and to hide rebel orders. The resolution of the Catastrophe is even more disappointing. Both simplistic and incomplete, with aspects remindful of Italo Calvino’s novels, but which don’t stick.

Cooked a huge cabbage curry for my week in Les Houches, with chickpeas whose water (aquafaba) I recycled into the base of a vegan chocolate mousse as earlier visitors had left a box of powdered cocoa in the flat. And cooked morning crêpes there  (with a vengeance!) when the local bakery did not accept credit card payments for a baguette! Also went to a farmers’ market near the workshop hotel to buy sourdough, only to find that the dozens of loaves in the hall were all reserved but for one. But came back with a wild thyme crêpe offered by the baker.

Watched The boy and the heron, a Miyazaki anime on a fantastic quest of an orphaned boy to find a place in his recompose family. The drawings are beautiful but I alas find the story rather simplistic, with the boy’s attitude difficult to analyse and no critical position on the ongoing war (despite the boy’s father’s factory producing domes for Zero fighters).