my new crack
September 7, 2006
Today I made a blueberry-peach crisp that was delicious. With blueberries I picked myself from my own bushes. I feel like I belong in a Martha Stewart magazine. You know if I was serving it outside on my lawn on the tailgate of my old pick-up truck that was just old enough to be a classic and not a piece of garbage marking me as trailer trash. And if I had all sorts of other things people usually consider trash used in new and exciting ways that would make people weep that they had thrown away that old wooden shutter, broken screen door, and chipped tea cups. And if I were barefoot. Definitely barefoot.
But, alas, I was none of these things.
There is no photo of what it looked like after I put on the crumbly crust, or after I took it out of the oven, because I couldn’t wait to eat it.
Stephania posted the recipe on her food blog a couple of weeks ago and I just had to make it. I quadrupled her recipe and made it in a really huge sheetcake pan. She has photos of what it looks like after, because apparently her family is not a bunch of pigs like mine.
Of course now she has up the most delicious looking steaks that she says you can cut with a fork. A fork, people. The pictures look so yummy that if you are a vegetarian you had best stay away or you will be converted.
As a funny aside, we are trying to buy a half cow from a local organic farm. The children have heard us talking about it. One of my younger children was very excited, more excited than I would think someone would be over some chopped meat and steaks. But then I heard him say that “Mom said we are getting a cow!”
Oh yes sweetie, we are getting a cow. But it will come to us wrapped little 3lb white paper packages. So while we will certainly enjoy our cow, we will not be stroking it while lovingly gazing into it’s eyes. At least I hope the eyes are not in the half we get.
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