My Pastillage`, originally uploaded by Theresa111.
Made from a few ingredients which harden but is still extremely fragile, pastillage` is used to create a centerpiece or a holder for desserts. I am quite pleased with this piece.
I use this photo as my Avatar. The fruit is colored marzipan. My grapefruit is rather large though. Artistic License! February 2005.
Praline Japonaise Gateaux, originally uploaded by Theresa111.
2 9″ japonaise or dacquoise round disks, fully baked
1 9″ 1/2 ” slice of genoise cake
1/2 butter cream recipe
3 T praline paste, to taste
2 cups rum syrup
3 c toasted sliced almonds
pink fondant for decor finish
Assembly:
1) Anchor nut meringue to the plate. Spritz with rum syrup.
2) Spread praline butter cream over the bottom layer.
3) Spritz both sides of the slice of genoise cake and place on filling.
4) Add another layer of praline butter cream.
5) Cover with top layer of nut meringue.
6) Ice entire cake with butter cream.
7) Pat toasted sliced almonds against sides and top of cake. 
Pipe pink fondant on top and center of cake. Classic finish.
Yields 20 slices. Serve fresh.
Photo 43, originally uploaded by Theresa111.
I like this type of photo art as it portrays an Andy Warhol theme, very much like the Campbell’s Soup Can Art. It really is a bit fascinating to be able to manipulate the colors and phased-out and softened features.
The real me is a contradiction of a mirage of talents, which if whisked together would become a muddied mess. However, brief glimpses of the real me are better seen in their complex stages; of writer, vocalist, poet, painter, artist, broadcaster, critic, French pastry graduate, musician, friend, wife, daughter, sister, niece, aunt, lover, flirt and sometimes recluse.
The perception of me is different, depending on who is doing the looking and then the most obvious one is from my point of view. The contradiction comes into play because I have an ever-changing nature and my moods are considerable. Being a woman is difficult yet delicious indeed.
Just ask my husband as he claims to understand me but I have always kept him on his toes. He says I am predictable but he never knows exactly what I will do next. I mean it stands to reason that I would perform the normal daily routines according to plan but when it comes to my way of thinking I can really confuse him.
So, I decided to come clean and put a face to the writer. I never know what I look like from time to time. Whenever I pass a mirror and happen to glance at my reflection I sometimes am a little astonished by how different I appear. My mind takes me on everyday journeys and then the realities of the world crash in on my otherwise sensitive and creative soul. I am saddened by how angry the world has become and think to hide myself away.
I used to look in the mirror all of the time, but no more. Being married will do that to you. You no longer want to make sure the allure is written on your face and being more circumspect, it doesn’t seem to matter because one shouldn’t draw too much attention to oneself.
So there you have it. Tomorrow I will be different but hopefully in another creative mood. Cheers!
