Magic Evening
I stay up, yet again…. Ignoring everything and everyone I spend my evening giving into two of my latest weaknesses: piroshki and audio books. While my hands are busy fussing around in flour, dough, potatoes, mushrooms, onions, and later apples, walnuts, honey, and cinnamon, I am taken on a journey through Bally, Indonesian history (a tiny bit), and ancient medicinal wisdoms. When all the dough has been fondeled, shaped, stuffed, sealed and sent to its hot transformation, I am forced to come out of my trance-like state and I cannot say with certainty whether I spent the evening in my kitchen happily baking or on a beach in Bali, falling in love.