The Zen of Baking Or The Art of Bread

Many cooks don’t like baking.  I am inclined to go so far as to say most don’t.  When questioned most of the cooks and chefs who can’t stand to bake quote a lack of patience.  Baking does indeed require patience.  Personally I find it to be a form of meditation.  Nothing more so than bread.  All bread takes time and the best bread tends to take the most time.  My personal favourite is a French recipe that takes several days.  Appropriately we begin with the starter. Continue reading

Montreal

Here I am in Montreal, the first time I have been in a city with more than a century or so of history. A history in which the arts of battle I’ve spent years studying were actually practiced. True, rumours persist that in Victoria it is illegal to accompany a Lady after dark down Government Street without your sword, but here is different. Montreal has an actual sword history. There were battles and no doubt duels that happened in this area and perhaps on the very streets I now tread. I almost feel naked without a sword of my own. Sadly, however, despite being a pacifist by nature who would never draw a sword except in the most extreme cases of defence of myself or my honour I was not permitted to bring one. And I have to say, airport security was not very polite when I tried to explain it to them. Continue reading