IPNC and berry bliss
Monday, July 27th, 2009
If you read Scott’s blog, you know that the meal that Gabe Rucker (chef of Le Pigeon) cooked for our pre-IPNC dinner on Thursday night, was delicious and that it was a hit. Yes, the rack of lamb was excellent. Nothing better. Well, ok, I confess. I’ve had something better. I was lucky enough to eat leftovers from the event the next night…the way that the rack was meant to be eaten, as in, picking up the chops and gnawing on those delicious bones! I’m pretty sure Gabe would want it this way! While Scott was out at another IPNC event Friday, I stayed home with the young one, a plate of leftover rack of lamb, with a squash/potato gratin w/ lemon olive oil that I made, a bottle of hearty and pretty 2006 Passetoutgrains (Domaine Taupenot-Merme), and a little guilty-pleasure tv. I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself one bit! I followed that with a homemade blackberry cobbler (grandmother’s recipe) and local, organic blackberry ice cream.
Speaking of berries, I have to pass this on, while the recipe (Fresh Fruit Custard Tart) is still linked over at Food Day. I enjoy making desserts, but have no discipline or aptitude for fussy ones. I love winging it when it comes to cooking, and in general, desserts don’t like this, since baking can be more of an exact science than other dishes. But not so this one! You’ve just got to make this. It could not be any easier. This recipe should be called Liar Tart. Because you’ll swear to your guests that you’re really not much of a baker, not much of a dessert maker, and they will swear that you are lying!
Or it could be called Domestic Goddess Pie, because that is what you’ll appear to be. And still not content to just let a recipe be, I added some lemon zest and some lavender to the custard. (I pulsed 1 tsp of lavender with the remaining sugar before dumping into the cuisinart with the sour cream and eggs). Oops, by the way, do not make the tart in a pretty dish like this one in the photo. For ease of slicing and removal, use a tart pan as specified in the recipe.
For those of you out of state, please forgive me for posting this photo of the bowl of raspberries. It’s really how we put up with the rain all winter…the promise of these amazing, fat, clean, sweet berries. I picked 7 pounds of these and they literally fall into your hands when you reach out for them. I probably ate a pound as I picked. And I paid just $7. I hope I can manage to get to West Union Farm (u-pick, no sprays) one more time before the season ends. 




























