Beyond an apparent decline in physical strength, mental capacity seems limited these days. It is within me to keep progressing and to keep being productive. And while navigating this path may not be valuable to those that question the "rules" of society, I believe in its significance.
For without evolution, we are nothing. Without taking action, thinking is aimless.
But there are many that caution diving too deep into one's achievements, or rather, lack thereof. "Highlight reels" are not fraudulent, and neither is hard work. Perhaps it is my limited spectrum of emotions that prevents me from wading in ponds of pride and inferiority. Metrics of measuring betterment of oneself lies not with comparison against others, but merely in the regular evaluation of personal developments since the previous check-in. Our goals ought not be to outdo anyone but ourselves from the past - to be a better human and, collectively, a better functioning society.
Will the next one be more memorable? Stronger? Do we even care?
As far as health and daily life are concerned, I'm convinced we are entering the stage of Terrible Twos - a seemingly endless battle against COVID-19, an entity with a mind of its own and no intention to subside without a wicked war. I claim nothing within my power beyond an ever-resolute desire to keep progressing. Regardless of the size of the steps, I shall stand not for backtracking. The path forward has never been clear, so why the hesitation now? Opportunities should be taken advantage of, coexistent with the review of risks.
- Let cool, but keep moist. (Pre-rolling and tea towels are not critical.)
- Buttercream spreads easier than whipped cream; make sure to spread to the edge!
- The batter should be light - use oil with whole eggs, or use butter with added meringue for volume
Again utilized was the Italian Buttercream formula, with hiccups taking place in the mixing stage. The sugar syrup had been heated too rapidly, exceeding the caramelization temperature of 120 C before I had managed to whip up the meringue. The result was a stable formula, yet one with perceptible, transparent pearls. Those anticipating a smooth centre would be met with a rude awakening: an eggshell-like crunch mixed sticky aftertaste of nougat. Not entirely unpleasant though, my tasters were most accommodating of this mistake.
May your evenings be toasty, your heart be happy, and health be abundant.