In the Conjuror’s Kitchen

ConjKichen
Website screenshot

Some of you will remember that a few years back Annabel de Vetten ran a shop that featured her graphic magic art: black-white-red pop art renditions of Vernon, Mandrake and other luminaries. (In fact, I dedicated a very early blog entry to her snappy paintings but neglected to buy one, stupid me!) She had also created the cutting-edge designed “Jill Deck” with Card-Shark Christian Schenk back then. Sadly, she seemed to have closed that business when she turned to magic edible art. Upon her own wedding (to a magician, would you have guessed?) she made her own magic wedding cake. But that turn in career was not only a loss. Under the label “Conjuror’s Kitchen” she creates the most magical and spooky sweet stuff I have ever seen.

Look at the above screenshot from her website: Wouldn’t you love to have such a classy cake at your next big celebration, either at home or at the magic club?! And even better, produce it from your dusted-off Square Circle or Super Dove Pan? I certainly would!

Don’t be shy. Her website portrait claims, “If you can eat it, she can warp it into some form you’ve never dreamed of.” As she further states, “Our favourite conversations start with, ‘Now, …this might sound a little weird…’

Excuse me for a minute, I do need some chocolate now!


 

Orsen the Obvious: A Traumagic Life

Orsen B. was a man of many talents. Alas, magic was not among them, as we know today. By a strange trick of fate, Orsen’s diaries fell into the hands of our untiring and effervescent collector friend, Chase Doves.

When Orsen was 17 years old, he left his Midwestern home with a pocket full of money, a small suitcase full of clean shirts and a dream of a huge international career in magic. When he returned home at the age of 43, he carried no money and no career worth mentioning, but a big suitcase full of dirty laundry.

As Orsen B. vanished from the magic scene eleven years ago and his whereabouts are yet unknown, we have decided to publish only select entries from his diaries, but for privacy’s sake delete all real names as well as precise dates and locations.


First jubilee! Played my 25th show, this time at the Wulfenblitz Retirement Home. Went quite O.K., but felt completely different, with real audience and all.

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Had to stop my show at Billsgate Kindergarden untimely. Little sucker broke my break-away wand! Put him in my change bag, came out as a 15′ yellow silk. That’ll teach him!

P.S.: I wished I had the power to do that… But all I could actually do was push the kid aside. Then his father smacked me. Then I told him he had an anger management problem. Then he set my props on fire and told me I had a magic management problem. Almost a draw, I would say.

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Premiered my show “Mega-Magic for a New Millennium” at our church’s ecumenical flea market fest. All went well except they couldn’t find a magnetic tape recorder for my monster prediction effect. Sad times!

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Saw a dead pigeon on my way to a gig. Note to myself: Better check that old dove pan in the attic tomorrow. Maybe not all of them flew away back in 1996?!

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Another tiring table show in China tonight (O.K., it was rather at Lee Hong’s China Parlor). Afterwards, I wanted to relax with Qi Gong. But sadly, she was not in the mood.

(to be continued)