So I was cleaning out a cabinet and I’ve got tons of candles to get rid of.
But I hate to waste stuff, and thought to make something fun -so here goes.
Play sand cake recipe:
1 cake pan
double boiler to melt icing
play sand (at any garden or hardware store)
white candles for icing
candles for cake
1. melt white candles for icing in a double boiler, not on direct heat
2. fill cake pan with play sand, pushing some up to line the edge as for a pie crust
3. push candles into sand all the way to the bottom of the pan, packing sand around them to hold them in place
4. pour melted wax onto cake top (I poured it through a strainer to capture bits of debris)
5. straighten out candles if needed as icing cools.
The tricky part was keeping a couple of the candles straight. What I ended up doing was making a masking tape loop and harness taping that to the side of the pan, for the couple of candles that just wouldn’t stand up on their own.
6. cool overnight
8. wash sand off pan and candles, then reassemble without sand
Now I thought perhaps the final piece would have a solid coating of sand on the bottom making an interesting base, but my sand was damp, so very little of it stuck to the wax icing.
This was a trial run with left over candles, however I love the primitive look of the cake in the pan for a centerpiece on the table.
I believe in the process of kintsukuroi. Doing your best with the best materials you can manage to repair this world. Collecting the “imperfect”, and contemplating its beauty. Just as things are. Life is a messy, breaking process. Putting things back together is what we do. Give it your best shot. Beauty awaits.
When I was in gradeschool on the weekends I’d make a sandwich, wrap it in a napkin and head out for the woods. I’d spend all day playing by myself. Digging in the dirt, picking berries, climbing trees, clearing leaves from the streams so they would run faster. If anyone had asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would have said “I want to be a hobo”. The idea of being able to go anywhere you want with a minimum of things is so appealing.
With the coach we can do just that. Travel easily with a minimum of fuss. The attraction is so strong for me that I often daydream of selling the house and living in the coach. At least for a while. To the point that last week I actually called up real estate people and estate sale people to start the process of moving.
Fortunately cooler heads (Dave) prevailed and we’ve decided not to sell the house. It’s a lovely place after all. And we are happily ensconced with everything we need and more.
And now, as I think about what got into me last week, I note that when things get out of kilter, my first response is to run away.
Dave’s counter to that is go to bed it will be better in the morning.
I am not a hunter, I’m a gatherer. Not one to confront problems head on, but to change locations and get a different perspective. I prefer the view from the treetops thank you very much. Not coming down till the lions go away.
Fortunately the lions get bored and do move along. And I can go back to picking berries with abandon.