I made that tart up there all by myself. Can you believe it? Me — the pastry challenged girl who can’t make a pie crust to save her soul — I MADE THAT TART WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS!! What the heck?! Are you as amazed as I am? It might be about the prettiest thing I’ve ever written of on this blog.
In honor of June being Dairy Month, I decided to kick things off with summer’s first batch of ice cream from scratch. I sacrificed a waffle maker in the process. While I was standing on a chair above my pantry this morning, I moved our behemoth bread machine to the side and inadvertently knocked my thousand year old waffle maker to its (timely?) death on the kitchen floor. It was quite a scene, let me tell you. All in the name of homemade vanilla bean. Oh well … what’s that phrase? If you wanna make an omelet, you gotta break a few waffle makers.
I had to take on a baking project today because 1) you know I can’t stand an empty cake plate and 2) I’ve single-handedly demolished every last Milk Dud in the house and had to have something else to move on to. Besides (and I know this is bizarre), about six months ago I decided on a freak impulse to hoard canned pumpkin (don’t ask), and now I’m doing my best to make a dent in my stash. So far I’ve made pumpkin bread, pumpkin bars, and most recently, this perfect layer cake. It’s gorgeous to look at and filled with warm, autumnal spices that will make your house smell amazing and bring a smile to everyone you serve it to. And I have no reservations in making such bold promises.
I’ve had a slight issue of late with my ice cream maker. And the issue is that I cannot seem to stop finding excuses to use it. In the past oh, about ten days or so, I’ve made four different flavors: chocolate gelato (both milk and dark; milk was better), cookies and cream (a great use for those stale Oreos I had thanks to people in my house who cannot seem to figure out how to properly seal packaging), and a fantastic mint chocolate chip. Mint chocolate chip was the absolute, hands down, bombdigity. I’m not even that big of a sweets fan, but I swear, I could not tear myself away from that stuff. Amazing.
By now you know that I’m not much for baking due to the fact that I pretty much stink at the whole process. So you might think that I paid someone off to make the fruit tart I’m discussing today, but that would be wrong. In fact, the tart pictured above was made by me, myself and I with very little fuss or muss. And believe it or not, I even managed to keep the use of questionable language in check.
I don’t talk about baked goods all that often here because I just don’t really bake all that much. This is because while I love to have a recipe in front of me when I cook, I’m a bit of a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kinda girl when it comes to actually following a recipe to the letter. Like, I don’t really measure stuff half the time. This laziness can be quite problematic when it comes to cakes and cookies and biscuits and scones and the actual science of baking. However, every now and then, I feel the crazy need to prove to myself that when push comes to shove, I am able to knuckle down, measure accurately, and create a fabulous cookie or cake or scone or what have you.
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