A buckle, you say. Or maybe it was the whiskey part that caught your eye. Either way, I’m with you. While in Napa Valley this summer, I picked up a berry-themed cookbook from a used bookstore that was filled with traditional rustic desserts: slumps, crisps, grunts, cobblers, and buckles. All meant to be simple, comforting, and full of seasonal fruit….
I have to be honest. Before this summer, I had never heard of a pavlova before. Then I saw them popping up on the interwebs loaded with beautiful summer berries, and I had to inspect further. Named after Russian ballerina Anna Pavlova, a traditional pavlova is a meringue dessert that is crisp on the outside and light and soft on the inside. Topped with whipped cream and fruit, it is transformed into a perfectly imperfect beauty….
We’ve been having beautiful, just-the-right-kind-of-warm sunny days and chilly autumn nights here in the Midwest. An Indian summer of sorts. Maybe not in the truest sense of the definition, but if I can describe what we’re having as some type of summer, then I’ll go with it. Did anyone ever see that Big Chill-esque early 90’s movie, Indian Summer? Don’t. Or do. Ok, it’s one of those strange guilty pleasure movies of mine….
School is back in session. It’s exciting, really. Although I love the freedom that summer brings, the new academic year always feels like a fresh start. A reboot. A chance to take what we learned in the previous year and better ourselves in the future one. A chance to try new approaches. Listen better. Laugh harder. All the mistakes, successes, and the in-between: a primer for the new year….
In addition to the weekend being here, it is also the last day of school. All good things. And so, to celebrate, I’ve made these vanilla chai pots de creme, or more appropriately, “happy pots”. Call them what you will, these pots of happiness are simple. A sibling to the more high maintenance creme brulee, the prep for these creamy custards is much easier, plus no kitchen torch required. Or if you grew up in my family, no blow torch required. True story. (We used what we had)….