I love this image, especially that cute apron from the March 2009 issue of marie claire idees; it speaks perfectly, in a way, to the mode we were operating in all weekend and not just because of a spring storm, but because Friday, we realized the compressor had gone out on the refrigerator; just past its 5-year warranty naturally, amounting to a brain freezing $600 repair. Is anything made to last anymore? Growing up, it seemed like my parents had the same refrigerator for 20 years. They were built like tanks; albeit not as energy-efficient or nearly as convenient (remember "defrosting days?"), but at least you could count on them to run. Even pass them onto your grown kids when they moved out. I'm frustrated because we've already had a number of newer appliances quit working recently--and this is just another one that will be added to the scrap-heap in a land-fill if it can't be fixed and donated. Not to mention the strain on my pocket book.
More mci eye candy for distraction:: pretty applique flowers on dishtowel. Note to self: bookmark for later.
Anyway, back to the camp-out in the kitchen with our food packed in ice chests scattered about and the cat on the prowl; fortunately, and trying to look on the *bright side*, we hadn't done our weekly shopping yet, so food loss wasn't monumental. And I say 'monumental' with all sincerity as food prices are insane. So are new refrigerators--we found out. (Wow!) I asked the salesman, "Can we drive it home? " Reply: "No. But we can guarantee Monday morning delivery." Me (snickering): "Deal!" (Monday can't come fast enough.)
These aren't from the magazine, they're from my oven...the last of the blackberry tarts. I was relieved to have them on hand (one of the things we were able to save from the freezer), to take to a special gathering of friends and neighbors up the street yesterday. The recipe for the blackberry filling was blogged last summer and can be found somewhere in the archives. The "cookie dough" is basically a pie-crust. No time right now to find and link to it though. Sorry. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the kitchen--roasting marshmallows, and singing kumbaya.