Instead of my regular walking workouts or choreography review, I indulged in bike rides about the neighbourhood, going beyond the typical routes and exploring more of M City's cycling initiatives in the northwest.
Directly across from the Aunty's Kitchen plaza was a park I hadn't expected. The sign had been spotted while traversing southbound from The Apple Factory, instigating the impromptu ride.
I continued until reaching Lake Aquitaine, a natural wonder hidden behind the Meadowvale Community Centre. Despite its size, the lake was essentially invisible from the road and likely only frequented by those of the surrounding residential complexes. The diversity of our community has never ceased to amaze me, and even while born and raised in this side of the GTA, each corner turned reveals a new experience, and consequently a new memory.
1) Japanese Cheesecake
Nearly three weeks ago, ochungg had requested my assistance in a baking endeavour. She had been proactive in planning, and I, being one to whip up concoctions on a whim, had delayed any thoughts of recipe testing until the thought of Uncle Tetsu crept into my mind. Crafting the item was, in essence, two birds with one stone.
Ingredients were assembled and the recipe was consulted lightly. This would entail a sequence varying from the guideline: lemon juice in the batter rather than egg whites, half the portion of sugar with the yolks, and flour sifted in last rather than in the fourth step. It wasn't intentional; it was merely a consequence of intense cheesecake cravings and lack of diligence. Be informed that I confirm these deviations without a speck of remorse.
I'd suggest adhering to the original sequence for a less hurried edition though, for the yield may be even more formidable.
Approximately a week or so after the first attempt, I formulated a dough with the correct version of rice flour - the non-glutinous kind. Buried in a sudden flurry of emails, I swiftly slid the spheres into a Ziploc and tossed them into the freezer as I tended to other business.
The Sunday students had taken a break for Thanksgiving long weekend, yet returned tenacious in the face of elevated difficulty levels. Our warmup commenced with marches onto the Bosu ball and back. To prevent sliding, a yoga mat would be slipped underneath the Bosu ball, parallel to the direction of marching. T-poses were also conducted, with five-second holds on the last rep. I couldn't quite maintain balance for this portion, but wasn't the only unsuccessful one either.
The final routine targeted the inner thighs. Making use of the platform extender, we were instructed to stand atop the extender. Being overly zealous, I climbed atop the Carriage without a second thought, immediately responding in surprise to its translational shift. Alighting onto the ground, I was reprimanded for climbing onto the Carriage, as one was to always ascend onto the extender first, then transition one foot to the Carriage.
Extending the arms to shoulder height and keeping both the ribs and tailbone tucked, we extended one leg to form a star shape. Returning to the standing leg on the platform extender commanded isolation of the thighs.
The instructor had urged me to reduce my range of motion in consideration of my shoulder injury. I responded with optimism, for the recovery process had been steady. Shoulder strength and mobility had returned, however I had still been advised against 360-degree rotation. "You should still be careful!" she implored.
The sun skipped between sizable chunks of cloud, peeping out from behind them briefly before retreating and repeating the process.