I live in America again. They have things here that they don’t in Germany. Things like corn syrup, malt balls, and deserts. Credit checks. Credit cards. Hummers. I went away and when I came back the subways were terrible (sad) and all of a sudden there were bike lanes everywhere (glad). Even in New York, people have been nice, friendly, and helpful. But all the food is expensive (even at the grocery store) and there are no giant tubs of Omür Turkish yogurt to be found. I live in my sister’s bedroom (IT’S TEMPORARY, OKAY?) and have yet to unpack anything but my new (old) silk bathrobe, my Hugh Hefner outfit. I just ordered $650 worth of textbooks online. I can’t find my social security card. Of course the Vows column made me cry. At least there’s one constant in my life.
Okay here, this will make me feel better. The Zuni apricot tart on my lap in Hannah’s car!
tarts on laps
This is the recipe. Everything about the crust is perfect, so don’t mess with it. You can’t really screw up the filling no matter how hard you try. We put some peaches and nectarines in there, too. I’m not sure I actually ate any of it but I think I can say with confidence that it was good. That’s something, right?
Oh, and the cookbook! It’s done!
THAT vows column made you cry? WTF?
they all make me cry. it’s like clockwork.