Weekends for me are going to be Sunday and Monday. Today was Sunday, day one of my weekend, and Sunday is also brunch day. I decided to honor my favorite meal by having blueberries two ways. Belgian waffles topped with greek yogurt, white peaches and a berry simple syrup. Because I wanted to bake, I also made Martha’s blueberry muffins. Those are for breakfast tomorrow, but one just had to be sampled today.
The title of this post does not refer to the injuries I sustain by walking into things on a daily basis. Instead it refers to berries, one of my favorite things about the summer season. For a family bbq, I decided to make a fruit galette and use up the entire carton of blueberries from the fruit stand. I placed my trust in Martha, her recipe for pate brisee, and the book’s beautiful photography.
I think I was too enthusiastic when pulsing the butter. Maybe substituting some of the flour for whole wheat flour wasn’t the best idea ( though I like the contrast of a darker brown crust with the purple berry juice). Or maybe some other element went wrong. All I know is that half my dough got thrown out when I tried to roll it out, and the other half put up a good fight. Eventually I rolled it into submission, and a little over an hour later, I got to eat this:
The New Normal, an agenda for responsible living - David Wann
The Money Book for the Young, Fabulous and Broke - Suze Orman
Crude World, The Violent Twilight of Oil - Peter Maass
The Country Cooking of Ireland
Many articles and books for grad school :)
Cultural Cravings 