Oh, this tart. I have eaten this for breakfast every morning and dessert every evening since making it on Monday. Basically I’m almost wholly subsisting on it. This recipe is almost not even a recipe. It goes something like this: make a crust, mix some mascarpone with honey, spread it on the crust, top with fruit. Pretty simple. Almost not even warranting a post. So I’ll keep this one short.
This is the second thing I’ve made with the beautiful produce I bought at the farmer’s market on Saturday. I couldn’t wait to eat the kale and I had to try the strawberries…and the cheese pretty much got eaten within an hour of being unpacked. I saved a few strawberries for tomorrow’s post, Strawberry-Fig-Mascarpone Tart (stay tuned!). And I made some vegetable stock today that will become Creamy Garlic Scape Soup tomorrow, with any luck. Anyway, now that you’re up to date on my activity, let’s turn our attention to our fickle mistress of the day: the gluten-free cake.
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I spent my morning wandering the Bryn Mawr farmer’s market, enjoying sweet samples of farm-fresh fruit, lingering over the honey stand and drooling over homemade cheeses and lively green bunches of veggies. It was such a pleasant experience, and got my brain working about what ingredients I already had, what I could make, and what …
I don’t know what the temperature is like where you are, dear reader, but here (and, as it happens, in the places I’ve traveled in the last week) it is SWELTERING. I know it’s almost summer, but I thought we’d get at least a little more spring! Not that I’m complaining, exactly…also not trying to start every post off talking about the weather. Let’s try again.
Hello, foodies, lovers & friends. I know I haven’t been super regular about posting of late. It’s the end of the semester, I’ve been out of town (seems like all I do is travel!), and I’m preparing to go on tour with an amazing band. I’ve also been going to the gym semi-regularly (my new year’s resolution had a bit of a delayed start) and obsessing over the Hunger Games audiobooks, so, uh, I haven’t had time to post. It’s hard to focus on cooking when all the muscles you haven’t flexed since high school basketball have gone soft, and you’re listening to young people fighting for their lives in the jungle! Heavy times!
Last you heard, I was cleansing and loving it. Well, I have been cleansed, and immediately (predictably) went straight back to eating sweet. I think that’s what’s called “falling off the wagon.” But I make no apologies; I knew from the beginning this would be a temporary thing, and I’m so, so glad I did it anyway! I slept better, focused more, felt healthier, and saved money. I cooked things I have never cooked before. I rediscovered my appreciation for avocados and grapefruit. And…I’m still sick of brown rice. All in all, I’d call it a success.
Suddenly it’s Wednesday! How did that happen? I’m so busy this week I barely noticed the days slide by. Also, after I started drinking coffee again (all the saints be praised), it was all I wanted to talk about. And, well, that’s not exactly original fodder for a blog. We all know that coffee is wonderful. Even the people at Harvard think so. IT’S SCIENCE.
Anyway, where was I? While writing about how I thought I would get distracted by coffee, I…got distracted by coffee. Ahem. This blog post is about our dinner last night, not about the steaming delicious cup of heaven in front of me right now.