Monday, August 29
A peach is the love-child of a sweetly exotic mango and an acerbic privileged lemon.
Luckily, it inherited the carefree wild streak from mango's side of the family. And while the uptight lemon may subtly scold the peach for it's plumpness, the mango encourages it to reach for the pie in the sky. The peach never lets anything stand in it's way of taking the lead role in a dessert, and it never over-analyzes the results it yields .
I envy the peach.
Thursday, August 25
Whisked, not churned.
I've been craving something lemony, spoon-worthy and soft. I thought that a lemon meringue pie 'flavored' yogurt would satisfy my need for a lemon fix, but it didn't taste like a lemon...or a pie. I tried. About once a year I try to like yogurt, and knitting.
Tuesday, August 23
It wasn't lightning, it was warmth. That feeling of comfort you get when you find that spot in the sun before waking up in the morning.
It was eight years ago, I was an idealistic yet logical 25 year old sitting in a Canadian airport, waiting for a flight to Paris. It was eight years ago that my eyes locked with his and my heart knew (long before my far-too-rational head), that this was home...not the place we drive to at the end of the day, but the feeling we want to drive towards at the end of the day.
The earth didn't move, but my world shifted because everything made sense. I had never seen eyes so blue before, I had never been so at peace with myself before, and I had never felt as complete as I did during those beautiful 10 minutes of stolen back and forth glances in uncomfortable seats. Then came his quietly powerful "Hi". Even though we had never met, I knew him. And the way he looked at me, told me that he knew me too. Not the 'me' that I put on for the rest of the world, the real me.
Unfortunately, my ever-present shadow known as doubt, managed to creep into even the most sacred moment of my life. "How can this be? I'm on my way to Paris, why would everything that's missing in my life be here of all places? What am I supposed to do with this just-pass-Go ticket...with this treasure that some people spend their entire lives looking for? This can't be...I'm allowing a romantic Parisian-bound imagination to get the better of me."
Friday, August 19
There are not many things in life that I'm 100% certain about, but I do know that calendars will always be a source of lethargic frustration and that grating lemons will always induce a sometimes unintentional Mona Lisa smile.
Tuesday, August 16
The answer is no, I did not make these treacle tartlets for anything Harry Potter-related. But I can see why it's his favorite dessert!
Also, let it be known that my tartlet crusts shrunk while they were baking. (Oven, you're on notice.) Yet despite the turtle-emulating shells, these tarts were spectacular!
On a side note, it is completely possible for one to over-think boring thoughts. I spent far too long analyzing "shrunk" vs. "shrank."
Shriveled was actually beginning to sound charming, almost.
This was supposed to be a Tropical Crumble. It should have been overflowing with fruits and spices that would have you absently humming a Jimmy Buffett song. Exotic and 'yes, please, another umbrella drink'- ingredients, such as mango's, fresh ginger and bananas. I didn't have any of the above, save for the song "Lone Palm" floating through my head all day.
Tuesday, August 9
Growing up, I remember that my mom almost always had a stash of Pepperidge Farm mint Milano cookies 'hidden' behind some books in the bookcase (If I remember correctly, the guardians were Isak Dinesen's Out of Africa, and a Danielle Steel novel.)
Monday, August 1