When I was a teenager I set out to perfect a Pâte brisée.
It was about a boy.
I wanted to make him his favorite pie (apple).
Do I shake my head at these teenage Emily attempts to woo a boy?
No. I’m OK with this. I’ve come to terms with these moments.
And really it’s a win-win for Mike at this point because the plethora of pie in our house balances out any of the awkward social graces I may lack due to inadequate socialization at an early age.
The Pâte brisée can be applied to all types of delicious desserts. Mainly of the crusty buttery persuasion.
Speaking of which, were you aware that peaches are in FULL BEAUTY at the moment. Seriously, it’s a miracle when the peach comes in season.
So juicy. So fresh. SO MANY FRUIT FLIES.
Because I cannot resist the BIG 3L Quart, I end up with too many peaches. Fruit flies everywhere in my kitchen.
The result ‘iz no so bad. Iz peach pie perfection.
Yesterday as I was getting ready to host a pool party, (making salads, cleaning the house, making ice.. etc, etc.) Mike offered to check on the pool for me. He said it needed to be vacuumed. He said he needed to “check” the chlorine levels.
After about 1/2 an hour I went into the back yard and discovered this:
Life with Mikey
Now I could be wrong, but this doesn’t look like a “chlorine test” to me. I wouldn’t call it swimming either.
Nope. That there’s just pure lounging.
I call this the epitome of summer snapped up in a photo. It also takes the runner up prize for craftiest house-work evader.
I’m happy to add that I went swimming at the party and the chlorine levels were just perfect – So my pool boy comes highly recommended.
This is the first day of my holidays! I can’t remember the last time I had more then 4 or 5 days off in a row. Before me lies eight sweet, sweet days of FREEDOM.
Speaking of which, take a look at the card I pulled from my dish of daily words this morning:
Coincidence? I think NOT
(Mike’s word was Faith so I asked him what he had done for God lately. He didn’t think that was so funny. You don’t mess with the Angel cards.)
With the word fresh in my mind I start belting this at the top of my lungs on our way out to breakfast:
“LET FREEDOM RING“
It needs to be said that Carrie Underwood does an AMAZING version of this song – it always gives me goose bumps.
“Hi, I’m holiday Emily, nice to meet me.” She’s a little bit sassy and a little bit lazy. And she’ll be eating peaches and bon bons while catching up on a few episodes of Toddlers and Tiaras. (There will be no judgement passed while on holidays.)
Strawberry season is upon us. This week it’s even starting to taste like summer.
This is one of my favorite, simple no-bake, desserts to make. You don’t have to heat up your kitchen, and you use a total of one bowl and a spatula. And whipping cream (35%) is so fool proof: open carton, pour into mixer & whip (“into submission” a la Julia Childs.) I add a little Pure Vanilla Extract because I’m exotic like that.
It’s the perfect mix of sweet and satisfying.
Don’t stop with strawberries (no matter the season always love to throw a banana into the mix): if it’s seasonal and fresh it will do. I can’t wait to see what blueberry season has in store.
Oh and drizzle a little Canadian Maple Syrup on top for la pieste de la resistance.