A Dramatic Innovation
When I had my egg whites all separated and ready to go I had this flash of inspiration. I went to the cupboard where the vanilla beans are stored in their airtight jar and took out four of those precious items. I cut them in half and then split them lengthwise. I took a small, silver demitasse spoon and scooped out the little black flecks of vanilla "caviar" into the egg whites. Then I took another jar and put the husks into that, covered it with baker's sugar and capped it tight. Next time I use sugar it will have this glorious taste and lovely scent.
As I type this I'm listening to Linda Ronstadt sing "Lo, How a Rose E're Blooming" with me backing on the harp, it's a very sparse and austere rendition that sounds cold and wintery. My mouth is still sore, but my nose if full of the vanilla specks baking away in the oven. I'm thinking about how at least one little girl has found her way to a place of love and safety. That will be enough for me right now. You can have your wars and your rumors of wars. I have a little girl to bake for and to spoil shamelessly. I got a totally unexpected royalty check from ASCAP today. I don't even keep track of their payments because it's been so long since I did those songs and they have become small checks that have no set schedule. This was an out-of-the-blue drop of $250. I instantly decided to blow it all buying new stuff for my new niece. She was brought to my sister with the clothes on her back and very little else. We're going shopping and will change that.
My heart is full. Kishmesh Jooni (beautiful christmas in western apache)
The vanilla in the cake rocked. Rocked. Out. Loud.
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