A Little Tart

Have I mentioned my love of food puns? This might be the first on the blog, but a few minutes in a grocery store will get the "pun times" rolling. Lame introductory paragraph aside, this weekend was a little bittersweet, but ended with a little tart...quite literally. A week up in Park City with the family was the sweet part; days at the pool, adventuring in the Olympic Park, enjoying a scrumptious Italian dinner, and a float down Provo River proves that point. Though we'd all love Sister C. to be there, she decided to be in England for the past year and for the next six months. I don't really feel that badly, but it was a bit bitter because we had to celebrate her birthday without her the day after our Park City escapades had ended. Psh, not only did she miss the family vacation, she missed her birthday! Not really, we sent the party to her. Bless the people in England who are willing to not only have her over for cake, but make her a classic British dinner, and show her the little film of her friends and family wishing her a happy birthday. England did treat her right, though I'd rather have her in America.

The second dose of bitter was sending sister L. off to college. Though I'm not entirely convinced she's old enough to be in at a university, I suppose that's what happens to smart girls after high school. Perhaps to console myself (or my mom, it's a toss up really), a little fruit tart seemed to be in order. Though it's kinda cute to send photos of the cat as my new roommate to the sister down at school, the reality of the cat actually being my roommate is a touch disheartening.

This is just a preview to the long awaited peach season. I can't wait. 

Because breakfast should be delicious and pretty...and basically dessert

Though the fruit mosaic atop buttery shortbread didn't quite alter that reality, it didn't make anything worse. It does make me sad to see my little sister grow up, I am jubilantly envious she'll be staying up late, eating too many Oreos, and making friends she'll keep through the years. I like flipping back in my journal/sketchbook to reminisce a little bit...though college barely ended, it seems like another chapter of my life (and provides a good reminder that I was still a little foodie, even when on a college budget).

A Philosophy's Pot Pie

March creates some bipolar weather in Utah. Wearing sunglasses today could quite possibly mean donning galoshes tomorrow. For the fashionable foodie, rejoice.  It's not quite time to box away your lined coat, but depending on the day you can also safely unpack your sandals. Warm days also mean summery desserts (like blackberry pavlova) but rainy days create an excuse for one more chicken pot pie before "comfort food season" ends.  Food52's recipe created a loose outline for the format and this pie was whipped up with the ingredients had on hand-- with rave reviews. While some ingredients were pantry staples (read: frozen chicken breast, regular russets, and carrots spared from lecture hall munching)  some more upstanding additions were included (read: fresh peas frozen from last summer's farmer's market, and flaky pie crust left over from an apartment pie party).  1 pie and 3 girls resulted in needing only the pint sized tupperware for tomorrow's lunch.  Not a bad meal for college students, right? That being said, I don't think I fit the ramen-noodle stereotype, unless you mean homemade ramen...then I suppose I do.

The evening ended with a few friends stopping by for a chat, which evolved into a discussion on some hefty topics.  Sunday evenings often result in a casual gathering that evolves into some pretty dense topics.  This week tackled Duchamp's "The Fountain" with mixed results. Though I may have not convinced the Thomas Cole fan the value in less-idealized, more-conceptual art, I allowed the pot pie to count as my victory. According to Emily Ruth, the modern-art intolerant should watch out for next week's philosophy Sunday.