Rhubarb Alone – By June, I’ve become dismissive of rhubarb – a feeling I hate to admit, because it means that in the span of a month, I’ve transformed from actively, and eagerly, seeking it out at the market, to haphazardly tacking it on at the end of my shopping list, well after strawberries.
A Pie Revelation – If I were to hazard a guess as to how many times I've talked about 4 and 20 Blackbirds, or how many hunger pangs I've felt thinking about their pies, the numbers would seem ludicrous to you — unless you yourself have eaten a slice at 4&20 (or live close to the pie shop, as we used to).
Kitchen Exhaustion – If anyone had walked through my kitchen the Monday after Thanksgiving, they would have stopped in alarm.
Six Pints of Strawberries: Strawberry Shortbread – I love it when dishes take familiar taste combinations and present them in slightly altered ways.
First of the Season Rhubarb Tarts – I learned last year that I don't have the tastebuds or palate to eat rhubarb as a main part of a savory dish, like in pasta or soup.
A Simple Apple Tart – As predicted, I baked an apple tart from the Nordic Bakery cookbook last week.
Cooking it Fresh: Apricots – I brought a bagful of Red Jacket Orchards’ apricots home with me on Thursday.
Happy 4th! – I made these portable pies yesterday and we've been munching on them all weekend.
Three Layers, Four Hours – Since I’ve weathered the storm—though my kitchen, even after cleaning for an hour last night is still in disarray—the recipe at the end of this post is my adapted take, with the steps in the order I think they should be.