October 18, 2013
Sometimes, life hands you lemons. Other times, though, it hands you figs.
So check it out: I go to this greasy spoon diner called Rae’s every weekend. I’m a regular. I have a “usual,” and I get slightly annoyed when someone else is sitting in my spot on the bar. (I’m short, and my favorite chair is a little bit taller than all the rest.)
But it wasn’t until a couple of weeks ago that I realized that the big tree growing just to the left of the building is, in fact, a fig tree. A fact I learned by stepping (and almost slipping) on an overripe fig on the ground. I took a few photos, then a nice old lady came out to tell me that I could take some of the ripe ones if I wanted, since they would just go to waste anyway. So I did! Because despite figs being the sexiest fruit, beautiful just torn apart and eaten raw, I had a recipe I wanted to try up my sleeve.
I love a snacking cake. The kind of cake that you feel like you can eat for breakfast, or with a cup of tea, or as dessert. This cake is rustic and sturdy, requiring no creaming of butter or careful folding-in of ingredients. Just a quick mix of dry and wet ingredients, some pretty figs plopped on top, and half an hour in the oven. What a simple way to be happy.
August 3, 2012
Our dear expat friends Jules and Alex are leaving Paris for San Francisco, so Tim and I threw a little farewell gathering for them. It was fantastic seeing everyone and sending the couple off with one last hurrah.
Lovely Alex is gluten- and dairy-intolerant, so I wanted to make sure to have lots of snacks that she could enjoy. And you know, wrap anything in bacon and it’s going to be heavenly, right? These were quite popular — lots of eyes rolling back in heads and quiet moments alone in corners, just tasting and chewing.