I was at the gym on the stair stepper at 6:15 in the morning reading How To Be Parisian. That was when I read the recipe for Chocolate Fondant, and I knew I had to make it.
Paris has been on my radar since last Spring when I started purging clothes as we were getting ready to move into our new home. When I looked up minimalist fashion it seemed I kept getting drawn in the direction of Parisian minimalist fashion. The greys, the blacks, the navys, the stripes, and did I mention the greys? (*Side note and secret message - I just finished reading Natalie Goldberg's Living Color in which she acknowledges her surprise when she supposes her favorite color is grey.)
The interest in Paris continued to grow and I found myself checking out How To Be Parisian from the library. It is a fun read - very playful and somewhat sarcastic with beautiful color photography. My favorite pages are the seasonal color palette from a day in the life of a parisian, each coulour named intimately from the details of real life: There is something very whimsical about this read, and so I was quite enjoying myself at the gym as I tried not to drop beads of sweat on the borrowed copy.
I had 13 more art classes ahead of me for the week and was feeling unsure if I had the magic to pull myself through it, and that was when I came across the Chocolate Fondant. I tell you the whole week ahead of me seemed to shift into the category of possible and doable and quite enchanting. My life felt bigger than it had when I woke up that morning, because now I wasn't the woman who would throw her purse on the counter exhausted at the end of the work day, knowing I had to push through to dinner. No! Now I was the woman who had a rich confection to create à la française.
I pictured the red rasberries I would place on top, and I decided I would cut a sprig of rosemary from my flowerbed, as it was the only green herb still flourishing. I could see the small white plate I would lay the contrasting slice of cake onto, and I could taste the dark chocolate dissolving in my mouth.
Why, with the creative accomplishment of Chocolate Fondant to show for herself, a woman could do far more than teach 13 classes. She could probably smile while doing it, maybe even hum a made up song. She might pick out a grander outfit and do her hair with one more bobby pin than normal. She might even read out loud from a chapter book to her own children at night before going to bed.
I finished my workout and went to the grocery store to buy eggs and the darkest most luxurious chocolate I could get my hands on. It was not even 7 in the morning yet, and I was so assured of the beauty of the day that it was already warming my insides.
At a little after 4:00 that evening I waltzed into my home, turned on the classical music, changed my clothes and proceeded to create my Chocolate Fondant like some stunning heroine stolen from the heady middle of a French novel.
When you construct your life like sentences that would fall out of your most favorite piece of fiction, supposing you could tip a book and knock the wondrous letters and phrases out into your hand, you can access magic at your fingertips every single day. It gives me great joy to delve into this practice of working my magic. It is what The Magic School is all about. To become the very character you'd most desire to read about, and to pick up tips from other storybook characters along the way.
Course 101 of The Magic School begins again in January. You can apply HERE. In the meantime, Advent is a perfect time of year to utilize your magic. Come Thou Long Expected is an eBook Advent experience I created a few years ago, and it continues to be an uplifting tradition for me. I've been thinking about ways I could do portions of it with my family this year. You can read about it or purchase it HERE.