I was done with being interrogated about my time charges,
Done with being interrupted amidst morning caffeination,
And, most importantly, done with leaders of a team acting out against the crux of teamwork.
On a rather tranquil Friday afternoon, I began to construct a layered cake, adopting the techniques used in Cookie Tree's tiered masterpieces. It was the start of a Lime Mousse Cake with Yuzu Jelly.
Again evaluating the constituents of our fridge, my eyes fell upon a half-full carton of Aroy-D Coconut Milk. Immediately, I unearthed Sunday Baking's corresponding recipe for the ingredient. The formula was halved, for it seemed the appropriate reduction in scale from the sandcastle-shaped pan used in her demonstration. Also halved was the baking time, though my impatience was penalized with a spongy, damp centre. It wasn't fully raw, though was hardly manageable for use as a base. Inedible parts were removed, while fragments that were too small were stored for later consumption. Frankly, the cake was best served at room temperature, for it was adequately sweet with aromatic properties of coconut. The chilled rendition was a tad tough at 0.75 inches thickness, yet acceptable when paired with creamier components; any slices beyond 1 inch were excessively stiff and far too dense.
- A palm-sized creation with a thin layer of lime mousse and inverted slab of yuzu jelly
- A full-sized Lime Mousse Cake with hidden centre of yuzu jelly
The first earned mixed reactions, for the base was too stiff and cream too minimal, leading to an unbalanced composition. In contrast, the second was showered with overwhelming praise. The flavours were relayed to be "complementary" - harmonious, in essence, with the mousse layer zesty, refreshing, and sweet tinged with fresh lime. Yuzu jelly offered a slight resistance, with citrus bitter peels for depth. I was also told that the translucent appearance added a factor of surprise. The base sponge may have been overshadowed by citrusy theme, but the incorporation of coconut milk could still be tasted while savouring leisurely.
In the following days came further confirmation of my fortuitous success: "This cake is honestly so good. I don't want it to finish."
An exhausted fridge entailed an errand run at Loblaws, where Pillsbury classics could be found adopting even more designs than the previous years.
"Pixar" read the carboard box. It was!
Mornings for sleeping in are axed for early appointment bookings to avoid traffic, while hangouts with friends evolve into dual-purpose catch-up and errand-running excursions.
One of the girls from my slot has shifted up an hour, taking class from my first instructor at Sum. As the students began to gather their belongings during the transition period, the area grew chaotic and, admittedly, more congested than desired.
We omitted the Bosu Ball for the warm-up sequence this time around, and instead affixed the Cardio-Tramp for an extensive count of lying jumps. They didn't diverge tremendously from the routine I had been guided through in greater detail previously, though it would have been nice to have more form pointers provided while executing the movements.
An all too-familiar element in my training, a foam roller was placed between the shoulder rests to emphasize the need for precision and control. Maximizing efforts to maintain stillness while lying on top, we would undertake several dead bug-inspired moves, along with leg extensions from the tabletop position. 5-second holds at the end of each set were not uncommon either.
Much to my delight, oblique-targeting moves made their way into the routine as well. Sitting on the Long Box perpendicular to the Carriage with the elbow looped through the hand strapped, we first stretched in the opposite direction of the tension rod, keeping the torso within the same plane. A variation of this move involved rotating away from the rod, then flexing forward such that the elbow would meet the opposite knee.
We concluded the lesson with not a standing rolldown, but rather hip flexor and hamstring stretches on the Reformer, with one foot on the foot bar, and the other on the Carriage. Light springs were used to ensure a safe range of motion.
The next class began to file in at noon. Observing more bodies in the studio had taken me by surprise, for the October schedule had noted no more than a total of two classes on Sundays. I learned later of Studio Bon's intention to expand the class count while preserving the existing instructor to student ratio, much to my relief. My instructor had appeared haggard and even a tad lifeless, in spite of her lilac Sailor Moon sweater and perky voice. A similar demeanour had been seen in the first instructor in past weeks. The cause, as I was told, was none other resource constraints - a fatal factor across all industries.
At the mention of Becky, it was confirmed that while '"appearing young, she is mature". Her Korean roots were also certified, though feels most comfortable leading classes in English.
The thought of private classes resurfaced, for I prefer the constant amendments to alignment and, most importantly, the grander leaps of progress. The meticulousness of 1:1 sessions posed great benefits to my innately poor biomechanics; I felt more whole - more intact - as a human afterwards, empowered with insight and boosted in diligence, knowing that the right steps can pave the path to improved functionality - today and everyday.