One of the worst things in the world is comparing ourselves to others. And yet, I’m very prone to doing this myself, from time to time. And like every time before, it leaves me feeling vulnerable, untalented and completely imperfect. I think the imperfect part is ok; I mean, we’re all imperfect, right? And I do know that in the grand scheme of life, and my happiness, none of it matters. None of it. But why do I still do it? Why do you do it? It’s hard not to. It just is. But I think we should stop. There’s nothing productive or healthy about it.
I usually have some sort of comment about Catfish or Nev’s tramp stamp (we’ll talk about how Nev’s tramp stamp has its own Twitter later) but today this is on my mind; perfectionism, not letting it completely consume you, make you feel awful. I think there’s room for everyone in this world. I think everyone has their own unique voice, experience and point of view that makes them different and special, as lame and cheesy as that sounds.
Yesterday when I was feeling down and out, I listened to David Foster Wallace’s famous commencement speech, This Is Water. It might be one of my favorite things to listen to EVER when I’m feeling terrible. It puts things into perspective. And this Blank on Blank on perfectionism is, well, perfection.
This galette is totally imperfect (the way galettes should be, I think). It combines late summer fruit and fall spices like ginger, cinnamon and ground coffee. I loved it. The crust is special, too. There’s a bit of apple cider vinegar in the crust which adds the perfect amount of tenderness. Baking this made me so excited for pie season. A Pie Week is coming at you this season. I’m already plotting.
For this whole recipe situation, hop over to PBS Food.
I’ve been dreaming about making a cross between a galette and a real, legit pie with a lattice top since January. WHY?! Because why not. I figure it’s like a lazier version of a real pie, but slightly more ambitious than a traditional galette. Less rustic; less perfect. It’s all about meeting in the middle. (Also, my pie tin might’ve been sticky because I maybe used it to roast carrots in pomegranate molasses not expecting it to get all sticky and stuck. Just maybe.)
I wasn’t expecting to act on my January-galette-dream so soon. I thought it was too early to get all pie-like up in here…that was until I went to the farmer’s market this past Saturday and the apricots were being all fragrant and cute by still having their leaves attached. My favorite fruit is the fruit that looks like it was picked in my neighbor’s backyard.
I have this thought at least one time a day. At least once. It’s usually prompted by eyeing lazy dogs sitting outside of coffee shops, as I pass them with a long to-do list and the general stresses of adulthood. And they’re there…just panting, drinking water, begging for food.
The easy life…or is it?!
Sure, they have no real responsibility and it’s our job to take care of them. And yes, some guide the blind, and some work with the police to catch murderers and drug smugglers and scary burglars. But most of them don’t do anything. Their job is to do nothing. Their days consist of staring out the window, catching birds (despite them being terrible at it), digging holes so they can escape and go on adventures, sleeping, more sleeping, more sleeping. All that sounds so lovely, truly.
BUT, the biggest bummer about being a dog: eating the same thing every. day.
Imagine one kind of food, every day for the rest of your life. It’s a depressing thought. This is why if I had a dog I’d feed him/her a small taste of delicious things I love.
I like to think that galettes are like lazy, messy, casual pies. You only sorta have to roll them out. You only sorta have to make them look pretty. But really, the messier the better. It’s about the easy.
I can’t really think of a meal of the day where easy is most welcomed than on a cold, hazy January morning.
Let’s have pie for breakfast. But let’s leave the fruit for the summer. It’s January. So, pie…with runny eggs, lots of cheese and salty bacon.