This tart may look like a breath of fresh air, like birds chirping outside your window, like the first seedlings of spring shooting their way out of the formerly barren earth.
But don’t be fooled by that flaky buttery crust or that sweet tart heavenly center or that luscious almond streusel topping.
Anything this good has to come at a price. That’s a cold hard truth.
On days when 8 mile runs seem like too much to bear. When all I can really fathom doing is sitting at my desk with a jar of cookie butter and a spoon.
I have to remind myself that this is a war. And when I shoot…I aim to kill.
Does having a pound of kale in your fridge make your heart race with unbridled passion? If so, then check out my post on Marcus Samuelsson’s blog! (And if not…then check it out anyway. Because it’s so tasty that it might make your heart race in its own right.)
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Some days just call for soup.
If you’ve ever tried taking the subway in New York City on a Saturday morning, specifically if you’re attempting to get from Manhattan to Brooklyn, then you know what I mean.
The 4/5 isn’t running at all, which would normally be your direct route to what is quickly becoming your most frequented outer borough (since The.Boy. lives there). The C/E is running on the F line, but only from some random stop in Queens to another random stop in Brooklyn, which is weird because the E doesn’t even GO to Brooklyn, so it stops running on the F line at W 4th street in Manhattan. And all of a sudden you’re in some random subway station in the middle of the city, completely lost even though you’ve navigated the subway system for over a decade of your life, and some lady on the loudspeaker is telling you that if you want to go to Brooklyn, then you need to go backwards in order to go forwards.
Did I mention that you’re already late? Awesome.
If you are an American (and by which I mean, if you live on United States of American soil, no matter your immigration status…naturalized, illegal, DAR, we are non-discriminatory in the EatsWellWithOthers kitchen) then it is your constitutional right. Nay, your DUTY, to make these this weekend.
It’s right there, clearly written in-between the lines of Amendment 18.
Thou shalt not drink, therefore thou shalt make cupcakes.
Duh.*
And here, my friends, is where my life comes full circle.
If you can believe it…everything I’ve ever done, stood for, studied, devoted myself to. Is embodied in this dish.
Strange where coincidences absolute and utter kismet can take us, no?
Welcome to Eats Well With Others, where we take a vegetable-and-cupcake laden approach to life (always with a bit of laughter on the side)!
