A Little Bit Of Magic or Culinary Alchemy
"I never get tired of the magic," I thought, as I touched the branches of the trees that hung within easy reach of my back deck. Just a few days ago they were quite bare...in spite of the 70-degree weather. Today, it's a sunny but chilly 50, as the leaves now unfolding from their cocoons, appearing a bit tired but hanging in there...as if the effort it took to emerge was somehow worth the fight. I notice how wrinkled they are--like any new born usually is. Still they hang on, blowing in the soft wind, ready to sprout in a moment. And then the blue sky is colored with a new green. Ah... the beginning of spring...and I am a witness to it.
"It's the same magic that seems to color my life these days," I realize.
And it has always been there, in front of me, displayed all around me--on the canvas of Life itself. It has been calling me all along, as if to say, " Look at me. Notice me. All you need to know is right here."
"Pocket the magic and bring me with you," it suggests...
I listen. Now filled up, and being the alchemist that I am, I go to the kitchen.
I grab a large mixing bowl--two actually--one for the dry ingredients, another for the wet and I begin to make a batch of biscotti. I haven't made biscotti in over two years, when at that time I went on a biscotti marathon and baked batches of them for neighbors and construction crew, wrapped in festive dressings, a holiday gift, in gratitude for tolerance during the building of my home. This time the urge for making biscotti was far less a gracious endeavor and much more primal. I just wanted a wonderful dunking cookie for my morning coffee--a delicious daily indulgence. Stella Dora cookies keep my cookie jar filled on a day-to-day basis but then there's the urge for the real thing...so I get to work...
All biscotti follow a basic recipe. The variations come with ingredients you add from there; the nuts, seeds, spice but most importantly, a particular flavor extract. If made by hand, no two biscotti are exactly alike. Oh no...I can't be thinking this...can I? Can humanity be compared to cookie dough? Have I taken food metaphor too far? Hey, it was just a thought. It might be somewhat off-putting but I personally think that a little more humility would do us all much good. I'm not the least offended to think of myself as something delicious that anyone can use to start off each day on the right foot! In fact, I'm honored. I know that at our core, we are all the same. Our individual flavor...is expressed in the details...kind of like...a biscotti cookie.
I don't know about you, but I'm ready to grab a bite of a delicious, crunchy cookie... even if I have to make it myself...especially if I make it myself...
So I reach deep into my pocket and I pull out the little bit of magic I kept safe there--the light dust from the leaves--and rub it into my hands. I sprinkle it in with the flour, eggs, sugar, seeds and extract and begin to knead the dough, infusing it with the most important extract of all...my own essence. That's the magic. Try it. We all have it...you'll see.
Chef Silvia

