Celebrating Tłusty Czwartek with Pączki

27 February 2017

When I lived in Poland, Tłusty Czwartek (Fat Thursday) was widely celebrated. Pączki were sold at every shop, kiosk, and served in every home. One year, on a dare, I ate 9… in one day… And I don’t even like doughnuts that much! In honor of Fat Thursday this year, I made 4 different kinds of doughnuts (a twist on 2 traditional pączki recipes, as well as 2 American style).

Old Fashioned Sour Cream Vanilla 
I used this recipe

Dark Chocolate Baked Cake Doughnuts with Chocolate Ganache and Sprinkles
For the doughnuts I used a donut pan as this recipe (undercooked slightly). I created a delicious sticky chocolate ganache for the topping, using several different dark chocolates, milk, vanilla, and cream. This is a dark and only mildly sweet recipe.

Pączki with Raspberry-Rose Filling
Rose filling is very common in Poland. It’s my favorite filling for jelly doughnuts. Since rose hip can be a strong and fragrant flavor, I decided to make a combined raspberry-rose jam for the filling, which turned out perfectly. YUM. Definitely recreating this. I sprinkled these with powdered sugar for the most traditional doughnut of the evening. For both doughs I modified several recipes online for jam/jelly doughnuts and traditional Polish pączki. I’m still not convinced I’ve found the perfect one.

Pączki with Marbled Blackberry Jam and Custard Filling
On to my favorite… I got the idea for this type of pączek here. It’s not a donut I think you would ever find in Poland but it sounded too good to pass up. I used store-bought Blackberry jam, and one of my favorite custard recipes from Bruno Albouze’s chocolate eclairs. That custard alone is to die for, and stuffing it into a sugar-rolled doughnut aside blackberry jam…? The messiest and best decision of the year so far.

Elephants at Sunset

27 February 2017

I never wanted to leave.

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Africa I

19 February 2017

Africa is mystic; it is wild; it is a sweltering inferno; it is a photographer’s paradise, a hunter’s Valhalla, an escapist’s Utopia. It is what you will, and it withstands all interpretations. It is the last vestige of a dead world or the cradle of a shiny new one. To a lot of people, as to myself, it is just ‘home.”
― Beryl Markham, West with the Night



18 February 2017

Self Portrait, 2011


What gives what helps {the intuition}?

I know I’ll know
I won’t have to be shown
The way home
And it’s not about a boy
Although although

They can lead you
Break or defeat you

A destination known
Only by the one
Whose fate is overgrown
Piecemeal can break your home in half
A love is not complete with only heat

And they can tease you
Break or complete you

And it came a heat wave
A merciful save
You choose you chose
Poetry over prose
A map is more unreal than where you’ve been
Or how you feel
A map is more unreal than where you’ve been
Or how you feel

And it’s impossible to tell
How important someone was
And what you might have missed out on
And how he might have changed it all
And how you might have changed it all for him
And how he might have changed it all
And how you might have changed it all for him

Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Did I did I miss out on you?

Empty House, Cyanotype, 2012

Sverige Polska Danmark

24 September 2016

some places that feel like home

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