Friday, August 15, 2008

Labor of and for love

Margaret, the eldest daughter of my dear friends, Regis and Roseanne, was married this afternoon. This was my wedding present to them. It is a white chocolate cake with raspberry syrup and raspberry buttercream filling. The icing is a white chocolate Italian meringue buttercream. Each of the three tiers has four layers -- so twelve layers in all! It was three solid days of work (not counting the time spent shopping for ingredients). Everyone seemed to like it, despite the fact that it was a bit tipsy looking!

From the side, you can see how my cheater's scaffolding works to create the illusion of tiers floating dizzily above the petals.


clairity said...

You have so many talents! I would love a piece.

Suzanne said...

When you visit, I will bake you a cake, too!

Dumbstruck by the Mystery

...our temptation is always to impose our prejudices or our measure on reality -- except when we are faced with a fact that leaves us dumbstruck, and instead of dominating the fact ourselves, we are dominated, overcome by it. If there were no moments of this kind, the Mystery could do anything, but in the end, we would reduce everything to the usual explanation. But not even a Nobel Prize winner can stop himself from being dumbstruck before an absolutely gratuitous gesture. If there were not these moments, we would find answers, explanations, and interpretations to avoid being struck by anything. It is good that some things happen that we cannot dominate, then we have to take them seriously, and this is the great question of philosophy. If the conditions for the possibility of knowledge (see Kant) impose themselves on reality or if there is something that is so powerfully disproportionate that it does not let itself be "grasped" by the conditions of possibility, then the horizon opens. If this were not the case, then we could dominate everything and be in peace, or at least without drama. Instead, not even the intelligence of a Nobel Prize winner could prevent him from coming face-to-face with a fact that made him dumbstruck -- instead of dominating, it was he who was dominated. Here begins the drama, because I am called to answer. It is the drama that unfolds between us and the Mystery, through certain facts, certain moments, in which the Mystery imposes itself with this evidence. These are facts that we cannot put in our pocket, which we cannot reduce to antecedent factors.
-- Julian Carron in "Friends, that is, Witnesses."