Hello From Heaven
Strawberry charlotte in the making
..his turn
..& my turn =>
Can you smell them?
..stuffing the shortcake inside the mold
..all 6 students' work go inside the fridge for 4 hours
..out of the fridge & adds strawberries =)
..my summer vegetables soup that I sent to my mum's room, she lovedddd ittttt *e'hum.. clears throat in pride* lol
..one of the many things we made
roast lamb: this piece was cooked inside the oven for 12 hours! Seriously! twelve-hours!
Making tomato essence
mini strawberry charlotte
apricots, orange, lemon, & vanilla
side of the class
the tree which I stretch my back against every afternoon & read a book
riding gear
hacking with the girls
scale talk: he's much larger than he looks in this photo
on a hill with my massive appaloosa, Oscar
9 months old foals
My Alzur fiiiiinally makes it *tears of joy*
Hellewwwww to awl of you from heaven. I've always imagined it would be a beautiful place; I just didn't know how beautiful. The grandiose of the 700-year old architecture that shelters gorgeous rooms, the splendid gardens from every part of the world, & the aaaabsolutely délicieux food are trés extraordinary. And the cookery school with its omniscient chefs made my jaw drop at several occasions when revealing yet another secret ingredient & method.
I baked my first cake at the age of 10, with the help of my then 6-year-old nephew. When the cake started gaining shape & expanding in size inside the oven; we thought something alarming was about to happen, that we must have made a disaster out of it & decided to abort mission and keep it a secret forever *lol*. We had no clue that a good cake MUST expand, or else there's no 'sponge factor'. Now, everytime I bake any sort of pâtisserie I cannot help but experience a deja-vu of my childhood baking days lol
So, enough with the history lesson & lemme share with you the excitement of the cookery school: I AM HAVING -SO- MUCH FUNNNNNN!! seriously, it doesn't get much better than this; everything we make is 100% organic food, no chemicals, no nothing.. we pick our vegetables & herbs from the garden {i have yet to master the art of picking veggies & herbs, but o'well.. i'll worry about that later when I need to lol} -- I learned how to make a numberrrrrr of things, but what I consider my most valuable lesson is how to keep the nutritions of your green food even if you choose to cook it {you'll see how GREEN my soup is, & i swear.. no artificial flavors, no nothing}.. My chef jacket & maroon aprine are my fashionable items du jour, haha.
My first day here was honestly less than charming, the larger piece of my LV Alzer somehow didn't make it on the flight & decided to stick around back in Dubai {Do not say "I told you so!" this is especially directed at my sister & karroozi. I hate that phrase, even though sometimes it's true >_<;} -- we were held at the airport for an additional hour or so, & took off to our hotel with cases of shoes, cameras, accessories & riding boots and gloves, but no clothes. I was at the verge of tears imagining that I'd have to wake up next morning with nothing but the same pair of denims, that i'd have to kiss my Lacroix, vera wangs, & Chanels good bye indefinitely. And I was tired of the flight too, so that didn't help much. The Emirates porter insisted that I smile again, but his "You have a beautiful smile, we'll make sure to get you your luggage tonight for you to put back that smile again" didn't work with me, in my guts I felt like going Zelda on him, & secretly promised myself that on my next trip, I ought to experiment more with other carriers.
At 11:00 PM of that same day, my dear Alzer made it to the hotel safe & sound. The sky opened its gates wide in a biiiiiig Haaaallelujah *lol* & I slept in the comfort of my favorite white english cotton piece =)
The cookery classes and hacking with MASSIVE horses trotting and cantering through endless corn fields, lavender & rose gardens, & through small villages marks the highlight of this trip up to this point, I'm not used to riding ponies of this size.. Arabians are much more narrow at the top, & certainly with shorter stems, ..these stood at nearly 17+ hands, which is about 175-180 cm, i'm telling you, they're MASSIVE!!! I was amazed by their size and build, the trot felt like a mini-earquake lol.. but what I loved the most about them is that they were quite courageous & insensitive towards cars & trucks.. a giant UPS truck didn't scare them, not the leeeeeast bit, & going up-hill and down-hill through muddy grounds & cutting through hybrid trees and plans was like a breeze. As I rode through those fields I watched foals gallop through endless greens I wished I could somehow 'tow' those fields to the airplane on my way back home for Arabians to enjoy =D
AnyhooZz, it's time for me to run now.. but I'll keep in touch with photos, I promise =) xx
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