I’m learning how to make macarons! Since I can’t remember a lot of my French, maybe I can bribe the people of France with their favorite almondy morsels.
Up first: simple vanilla and chocolate. Photos and recipes to come soon if nothing explodes.
Today started off marvelously. My mama and I rode bikes down to the farmers market to pick up four pints of fresh strawberries (she heard from someone who heard from her farmer friend that it’s the last weekend for good strawberries in Holland. Yeah, it’s like that in Holland.) The new profile picture is a testament to the little red treasures we managed to snatch up despite the crowd of similarly-minded strawberry hunters.
Anyways, that’s for another day.
I made a cherry pie. From scratch.
I know what you’re thinking - “Didn’t that girl get eaten by her final paper?” “Are you actually going to post things, or just say you are, like when you used to tell your mom you’d empty the dishwasher but continued to play Sims and wait for her to ask your sister?” “Are you going to make up your own recipes or just continue to mimic Joy the Baker’s every delicious move?”
1) No, I did not. Though I did consume an entire packet of gum in one night. That could have been just as fatal.
2) I promise the posts are going to be happenin’! Why? It’s the summer. My best friend is going to be leaving me/this continent for a month. Food is just a wonderful thing. Okay? I’m being totes forrealsies this time.
3) Errr… here’s the dealio: Joy the Baker is a food goddess. And though I’m anticipating a lot of original-recipe-testing and oldies-but-goodies-making, I just know that I can always count on something perfect coming out of the oven/off the stove whenever I turn to Joy. Also, I don’t have the money for too many disappointing food experiments. That one time I made something up with buttery, flakey dough, which I stuffed it into mini-muffin tins and dolloped jam into and called the surprisingly edible result jam cups was a long time ago (12 years, to be exact). The Omnomnom Fairy is rarely with me during these dark days of too-bitter-homemade-dressings and guacamole-gone-bad (both of which may or may not have happened yesterday).
Luckily, it’s summer and sunny and the kitchen is my second favorite place to be in the summer (the first = sitting in either my or Sophie’s basement, watching a) The Parent Trap or b) Titanic, and consuming youdon’tevenwannaknow amounts of sunflower seeds). So, look for those pictures that make you feel hungry even though you just ate 3 fudgesicles and half of your body weight in delivered pizza (sure signs of summer) - I’ll be posting them :)