Just in Time: Honey Lime Peach Tart

Every time I look at the calendar I have to blink a few times.  Is it really September already?  Summer certainly gets a speeding ticket.  It seems like yesterday when I was putting the finishing touches on the cookbook edits and summer was waiting in the wings.  Today I'm wearing socks and on my third cup of tea.  Fall is in the air, but I'm not too keen to rush into the sweaters and scarves and pumpkin pie just yet.  There are 6 months of that to come.  For me, it's still ice cream and all of the seasonal fruit that I love so much.  Peaches, nectarines, Concord grapes, strawberries.  I can't even look at a pumpkin as long as these are still around!  I wait all winter for summer to come, so you better believe I'll hold on as long as I can.  But, I'm no fool.  The smell of fall is wafting around, and the first golden leaves are falling.  I do like these end of summer days, and can certainly feel a transition happening.  Most of our lives are spent in transition.  The sweet passing moments between the moments; the rhythmic flows between the words.  Let's love the transitions like they're destinations.  Let's put all the worries and stress aside and just appreciate how nicely the sun goes down. And how tasty that ice cream is.  And how good it feels to have the hand of someone you love holding your own.    

In Dreams: Saskatoon Berry Galette & Big Book News

 "Do anything, but let it produce joy." ~ Walt Witman

There I was, standing in my little green kitchen on the afternoon of February 13.  I had just put the kettle on for tea, as the wind was howling outside and I needed to warm up after coming in from the cold.  A few days earlier I did this, and frankly I felt like my life was at a crossroads.  I was excited and scared and aware that I was on a new path; I just didn't know what it was yet.  While the water was beginning to simmer, I scanned my phone for anything of interest.  Hmmm.  What's this?  An email from an associate publisher at TouchWood Editions.  She introduced herself, and thanked me for the wonderful review I did of this book.  She also said that if I had any ambitions of writing a cookbook, I should get in touch with her.  My heart skipped a beat.  Maybe two.  It does that when I get really excited.  I re-read that email a few times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.  And then I called my mom.  

 

Rustic Fig & Honey Goat Cheese Tart

"The measure of your life is the amount of beauty and happiness 

of which you are aware." ~ Agnes Martin 

The earth is quietly opening up around here.  Today I looked at the teeny buds on the lilac bush in the front yard, and on the apple and plum trees behind the house.  Tentative first steps of the beauty that lies ahead.  It's been a warmer than usual spring.  Typically there should still be snow lingering, but it's been gone for a couple of weeks now.  Even the grass is beginning to turn green, and the cats couldn't be happier.  Their little mouths chomp down voraciously on the fresh chlorophyll until they eat too much and...we all know what happens when cats eat too much grass.  I too have the spring fever and can't wait to don a new pair of garden gloves and begin peeling back the layers of mulch in the flower beds.  I'm always pleased to see the fresh growth underneath.  I silently congratulate the perennials for surviving another bitter winter.  Like us locals, they too deserve a pat on the back for enduring another multi-month Saskatchewan deep freeze.  As the cats roamed the perimeter, I sat in one of the dusty patio chairs hauled out from the garage and turned my face towards the sun (I wasn't even wearing a jacket!) grateful for another season of fresh, happy starts. 

Plum & Nectarine Hazelnut Galette

"I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers."  ~ Lucy Maude Montgomery

With Canadian Thanksgiving just around the bend, I feel like I should be thrown into food blogger jail for not posting something pumpkin.  Please forgive?  However if you do a search on my blog for lovely pumpkin confections, you'll find tiramisu, and pumpkin roll, and even waffles.  So there you go. And. And!  Near the end of this week I will be posting something Thanksgiving related, so hold on to your hats for that.  There will be pumpkin!  But first things first, there are nectarines and plums.

Citrus & Dark Chocolate Mascarpone Tart

 

Oh sweet February.  Your arrival not only marks a month closer to Spring, but also the nod to eat things other than quinoa and kale.  Not that there is anything wrong with quinoa and kale.  Just sometimes you reach your quota for a bit and want to indulge in something a little, um, bad for you.  Moderation, people.  Moderation.  Life is too short to deprive oneself of food that makes your eyes roll back into your head.  When is the last time quinoa did that for you?

True story.  This is the first baking I've done since Christmas.  I don't think I've even cobbled together muffins.  I know!  Who is this person?  Things got busy after the holidays, then I went away for a week, then things got busy again.  And also, some Sunday afternoons I feel more like going to the movies than creaming together butter and sugar.  So many good movies to see before Oscar!  By the way, Sandra Bullock in Gravity.  Holy smokes.  Remind me not to travel to space, okay? 

My baking hiatus was broken by a most wonderful, seasonal tart.  A good pal came over, wanting to watch me bake and and pick up tips.  But while that did happen, we mostly drank tea, gossiped and watched Desperately Seeking Susan, the VHS version.  Yes, I still have a VCR plugged into the wall.  But if one has to watch Madonna in a movie, it might as well be on scratchy, jumpy video cassette, right? 

So, about this tart, it looks fancy shmancy, but it's not that bad.  Puff pastry is your friend, and you want a box with two sheets in it - the stuff that is already rolled out is handy.  That braid looks intimidating to pull off, but it's just strips of puff pastry covered in chocolate, stacked on top of each other, sliced and twisted.  Easy peasy.  A not-too-sweet citrus mascarpone and cream cheese filling is spread on the base and topped with slices of oh so photogenic blood, cara cara and navel oranges.  Slice them thin and be sure to pick out the seeds if any of those pesky rascals find their way near your tart.

I thought baking orange slices could be weird, or too liquidy, but I was wrong on both counts.  The citrus hold their shape and bake into the creamy filling - the puff pastry base is the buttery perfection you expect it to be, but the real show stopper is that chocolate braid.  People will fight over the edge pieces.  Good thing I live alone so I don't have to share.  The drizzle of good maple syrup and a light scattering of toasted almonds really make this dessert impressive.  And in case you're wondering, yes, it makes a fine breakfast - especially on terribly cold and way too early February mornings. 

Citrus & Dark Chocolate Mascarpone Tart

1 box of puff pastry (containing two sheets)
1/2 cup melted dark chocolate
1 egg yolk, whisked
1 1/2 cups mascarpone cheese, softened
1/2 cup cream cheese, softened
4 tbsp cane sugar
2 tsp orange zest
1/4 tsp sea salt
3 oranges (navel, Cara Cara, blood), peeled and thinly sliced crosswise
1/2 cup toasted sliced almonds
1/3 cup pure maple syrup

If your puff pastry isn't already rolled flat, then do so, rolling both sheets approximately 9" x 13". 
Trim each to form a rectangle.  Place one sheet of puff pastry on a parchment lined bake sheet and prick all over using a fork.  Lightly dust your counter with flour and cut the second pastry sheet lengthwise into 3 even strips.  Spread the melted chocolate on top of two strips.  Place one chocolate strip on top of the other and top with the third clean strip.  Slice lengthwise into 6 strips.  Carefully twist two strips together to form a spiral shape.  Repeat with remaining strips.  Brush the outside edges of pastry sheet with egg yolk and carefully lay the twists on top - you may have to cut some to get a perfect fit.  Press gently so it sticks.  Place the tart in the fridge for 15 minutes.
In a medium bowl, stir together the softened cheeses, sugar, zest and salt.  Spread this over the chilled pastry.  Arrange the sliced oranges neatly over top.  Brush the chocolate twists with egg yolk.
Preheat oven to 375*F and bake approximately 30 - 40 minutes, until edges golden brown.
Serve tart warm, sprinkled with toasted almonds and drizzled with maple syrup.  Serves 6-8.
Recipe adapted from Style At Home October 2013.  
 

Fallen: Rustic Almond Pear Galette with Dulce de Leche

When I look back on the year 2013, I will have to say it was anything but boring.  I've never much cared for roller coasters, but this year is quickly becoming one.  You might recall that I recently returned from my yurt adventure, all rejuvenated and rosy cheeked.  Warm, fuzzy feelings of everything being right in the world set in.  It was good times.  Flashback to a week ago when, out on an innocent sightseeing Sunday, I took a tumble and fell, hard.  Too smitten with the South Saskatchewan River to watch where I was going, my foot caught in a rut and I, in all my uncoordinated glory, ended up breaking a bone in my right foot.  At first I thought it was a simple, yet painful sprain, but as the shock wore off the excruciating pain set in and yup, an X-Ray revealed a broken foot.  Oh my.  This was so not how things were supposed to go for me!  I had plans and activities and work to look forward to.  Now, I'm laid up with crutches and an oh-so-sexy walking boot that still scares the bejeezus out of the cats.  Seeing as I'm the pastry chef in a busy kitchen, work is put on hold indefinitely.  I've had to rely on friends to help do simple tasks around the house.  Let me tell you, it's pretty humbling to see someone else sweep your floor, do your laundry and take out your trash.  I'll never again take for granted these simple activities that I wish I could do for myself.  The broken foot has definitely cramped my independence, but given that today is Thanksgiving in Canada, I still have so much to be grateful for.  Like, of all the bones to break in the foot, I broke the right one, requiring only 6 weeks to heal instead of 6 months (that would surely put me over the edge).  I'm grateful to the friends and family to have stopped by with food, comforting words and offers of assistance.  The sign of a true friend is one who will clean the litter box without being asked.  True that.  I've no doubt I'll heal well; the pain and swelling are already decreasing.  Just be patient, the doctor said.  I nodded my head.  Just another one of life's adventures to look back upon when I'm 90 years old and shooting the shit in the seniors' home.  

Meyer Lemon Honey Tart with Salted Shortbread Crust

When life hands a girl lemons, you know she is going to make lemon tart.  This girl, anyway.  And boy, have I had lemons handed to me.  But that's okay.  I like a good lemon tart.  It brightens the eyes and puckers the lips and revitalizes a weary soul.  I don't know about you but I could use a little revitalization.  Good thing it's citrus season to the rescue.  Meyer lemons are a tasty reminder to enjoy the precious present, as their season is all too short and one to be savoured.  I need that every once in a while; a gentle reminder to be in the moment.  Not lingering in the past or jumping ahead of myself to the future.  But here, now, in this beautiful mess of a life.

Rise & Shine: Bacon & Egg Breakfast Tart

Bacon and eggs are classic.  They were made for lazy Sunday mornings, when you crawl out of bed late only because the cats have jumped on your head telling you it's time for food.  Theirs, not yours.  If you have kids instead of cats, it's probably the same deal.  After I crank up the heat, (because my house is freezing), and feed the fur babies, (because they are starving), I make tea and think about what I want to eat.  What will make me rise and shine today?   Either hot and healthy, or fancy and fatty, breakfast is what I like best about Sundays.  At least until Downton Abbey returns.  Seriously.  Who else is counting down? 

Apple, Rosemary & Cheddar Tart with Dulce de Leche Glaze

Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit,

and resign yourself to the influences of each.  ~ Henry David Thoreau

Well friends, I'm back from my Washington Organic Fruit Adventure, and I have to say I had the best time.  My expectations were far surpassed.  Washington is a stunning state and I'm so glad I got to experience it first hand, if only for a few days.  Everything was divine.  Truly.  My mind was blown, happily so. 

Streusel-Topped Strawberry Balsamic Galette

 

I'm kind of at that place in my head (scary stuff) where I need to use all of the most amazing in-season fruit, right.  now.  before, it goes away again til next summer.  There are peaches on my counter crying to be put in a buttermilk cake, and cherries that absolutely must be combined with chocolate in any way, shape or form.  Plus apples, just picked last week that might make a mighty fine pie.  Not too mention that the nectarines have failed to make it home from the market, but I'm hoping to remedy that soon.  Too much fruit!  Too little time!

Runneth Over: Swiss Chard & Heirloom Tomato Tart

Holy cow these are busy busy times.  My garden is running over with goodness, the veg doing their thing and growing crazy fast and furious and making me wonder, yet again, why the heck I planted for a family of 12 when there is just me and my handsome man to feed.  But we'll eat loads of it fresh, then preserve the rest.   I'm almost a little afraid to go out and check the beans because I know they'll be out. of. control. and some massive blanching/freezing will have to ensue in the next day or so.  If you are bored and/or want a bag o' beans, come on by - I can use the help :) Speaking about out of control, my chard has gone bonkers crazy productive, and I know I'm not the only one.  A funny thing happened last week.  Within a matter of minutes two friends, from different provinces, one in real life face to fave convo, and the other via Instagram begged pleaded with me to post a Swiss chard recipe on the blog.  Seems like their favourite green has gone bonkers crazy productive too.  Less I disappoint those I love, I have a chard recipe for y'all today.  And it's crazy bonkers good. 

Underdog: Apricot & Ginger Tarte Tatin

Given the circumstances, this tart should never have existed.  I was definitely having one of those days where nothing, it seems, was turning out, but because of my stubborn disposition I was not going to let this tart die an unfortunate death because I knew it would be glorious, and it was.

Oh Baby! Roasted Asparagus, Bacon & Cheese Tart

My food blogging pal Shelley, of the lovely Franish Nonspeaker, is expecting the arrival of dear sweet baby Ruby very soon, and a few of her friends decided to throw her a virtual baby shower.  Neat, huh?  Shelley was one of the first food bloggers I connected with almost right off the bat, in early 2011, when I was just a blogging newbie.  I don't think she's missed commenting on a single one of my posts, and that's a lot of posts!  So with our back and forth banter we've sort of gotten to know each other and I have no doubt that if I was in sweltering Austin today, this tart would come with me to her house, where we'd drink lemonade and talk about boys and babies and True Blood.  I'm hoping one day I'll have the honour of meeting Miss Ruby in real life.

Caramelized Banana & Bourbon Upside-Down Tart

 

Bananas aren't my favourite fruit.  In fact, I mostly buy them for the sole purpose of banana bread, of which I'm a huge fan (especially if it contains chocolate and pecans!).  There's the off chance I might grab a few bites if it fits into my banana window.  What?  You don't know about the banana window?  For me, I'll only eat a banana if it's got the faintest bit of green, but not so under-ripe that the peel won't come off cleanly.  The texture must be firm.  If it goes any longer and I detect mush, then forget about it.  Don't even get me started on bananas that have already turned spotty - I'll leave the room if someone eats one of those in front of me.  They make fine baking bananas though so into the freezer they go to turn black; at the ready for any impromptu banana bread baking.  You're probably thinking I have massive issues a thing about textures and you're not wrong.