A New (S)tart

I baked the pie this afternoon (with tea prunes and almonds), along with a dish called Pasta Alla Norma, a Sicilian classic with roasted eggplant and ricotta salata in tomato-basil sauce (this according to my research was a tribute of Italy to the one and only Maria Callas, the "(P)asta Diva." (A foodnote: a spiked the acidity of the sauce with roasted meyer lemon moons to challenge the core flavor of the tomatoes, and added a little brown sugar to slightly offset to sweet. About the pie, walnut liquour is the "nectar" in the almond filling buried in the infused prunes.)

I know it's been a while since my last post. But I will answer why, with a quote:

"The band sounded full. It's not like we had an increased number of options in how to cut it. I was hoping when it was finished it would sound at least cohesive, like the effect of three or four instruments coming off like a full orchestra. But that's hard to do with separate tracking. On one of the last takes, I captured the song in its essence. It was frigid and burning - lonely and apart. Many hundreds of miles of pain went into it." ~ Bob Dylan