June 17, 2013
I was cooking dinner for a friend Sunday afternoon, and happened upon a gluten-free version of a favorite dessert that’s been featured on this blog, but not made in a while.
I had taken advantage of the confluence of blueberry and strawberry season at the Farmers Market, and had both. I decided I wanted a dessert that featured both, indeed celebrated both.
So I decided on a blueberry clafouti, topped with strawberries and whipped cream. It became gluten free, a fact I did not realize until this evening, when I dished up a leftover serving of it, when I inadvertently forgot the flour.
May 19, 2012
By my calculation, this week has been approximately 17 days long.
And I think it’s been at least eight days since I came back from Atlanta this past Wednesday. The 20-hour day on Thursday might have had something to do with that.
Don’t ever take a 6:05 a.m. flight out of Atlanta. Because those SOBs at Hartsfield do not start selling coffee until 6 a.m., at which time you are in your seat, phone turned off, pushing back from the gate. Never again.
It took me two double-shot lattes in Houston before I got over that.