If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.
Probably one of the best loved Hemingway quotes, and one of the most true. And with this in mind, I actually find myself in Monrovia, the capital of Liberia, with A Moveable Feast the only book I packed, starting a blog about baking. The reference here is meant to imply that no matter where you are and no matter what you are working with, you can create your own moveable feast that ties specific tastes and creations to specific memories.
I’ve always wanted to start a blog about baking, and I have to admit that I imagined it would be written from my New York apartment, where I had access to tons of counter space, the best baking utensils, and every fancy ingredient my little heart could dream of. Instead, I am in Monrovia, where I mix ingredients in a big plastic bowl and a metal stock pot, and measure each ingredient out in one measuring cup, before painstakingly washing it out with soap and water and drying it, because to simply rinse and reuse would mean possible contamination with any number of bacteria from the water supply. But, you work with what you have! In true Moveable Feast style, I am young, and building memories of my time here in Liberia one baked good at a time. 🙂 And I hope that these recipes (and occasional quotes, sticking to the literary theme) inspire you to make your own memories and build your own moveable feasts wherever you may be…and that these feasts stay with you, and act as postcards and photographs of your memories of that particular day, and that particular recipe.
I look forward to you joining me on this adventure!