September has arrived with temperamental weather and a busy schedule. Recent weeks have been stressful, my emotions on a rollercoaster with both good and bad grades - thanks Math. Still, I find time to do the things I love, somehow squeezing the minutes out of precious weekend mornings when the sky is grey and the sun doesn't really shine. It's this passion that keeps me going, like the battery that sustains a robot or the glue that holds a piece of cracked pottery together. Without it, I might just shatter and crumble.
The stress, oh, the stress, it holds me in a vice grip. That hold, however, neither tightens nor loosens. It's just there. My hands could reach up and pry it off, but for some reason, I don't. Why? I know the answer. My lips are reluctant. My mind challenges my lips to say it.
I fear losing that stress, that rein that keeps me in check, that makes me go straight instead of topsy-turvy and roundabout. I want to be the girl who smiles demurely (I hope I do), but for the most part, remains silent, speaking only when needed. I don't want to sprout nonsense and go around shrieking my head off for the pure fun of it. Or do I?
To be honest - downright and brutally honest - perhaps I do. I might want to bound out from the clasp of this suppressive-ness, to be carefree, to do ridiculous things that I always wanted to do in the past but never did.
But September is here! September - the month where the pumpkins crowd the market in their various knobbly bodies, the month where the equinox arrives, the month which I'm in a love-hate relationship with. It's an androgynous month, September, reluctant to relinquish summer and eager to welcome autumn. The sun shines. The storms rage. The weather sprouts beads, or rather fountains, of sweat from our skin. It, too, reduces me to a shivering mound in the classroom with a borrowed jacket draped over me and my algid palms rubbing themselves together frantically, as though trying to start a fire.
For now, though, would you like to get back together, September? I've a week for some release now, seven days of lounging about, a hundred and sixty-eight hours for quality time in the kitchen. Would you? I'd love to.
Think of all the possibilities! Pumpkin-spiced this, pumpkin-flavoured that, pumpkin which abound all around! Wouldn't you love that?
September, I'm awaiting your reply.
Meanwhile, this cake - it's far from being oleaginous, both physically and aesthetically. It's sweet, but not overly. It's soft, but not overly soft as well, occasionally punctuated with the crunch of walnuts. The flavour - it's a mild one, one that suggests a particularly orange vegetable but not blatantly announcing "carrot!".
Salt and chocolate help too, bringing out the flavour whilst adding some form of cacao-ey, roasted sweetness. It's rounded off by pomegranate arils, for the texture, though you can add other toppings as well - pumpkin, for example.
Beet-Carrot Walnut Cake with Salted Chocolate Ganache and Pomegranate Arils
-to be continued-