Last night my clutch was stolen—and to makes things worse, it was my favorite Claire Vivier—straight out of my very unlocked car. It was a big ol’ gigantic bonehead move on my part. I blame my dad. He never locked the front door because he was raised in The South in the 70s where no one locked their doors and people actually borrowed sugar from their neighbors. I tend to shrug off the idea that people will steal from me because, well, I wouldn’t steal from me!
Luckily no real damage was done. I actually didn’t even realize it was stolen until I went to grab my wallet when I went to pick-up my takeout Chinese food at Pine & Crane. The restaurant took pity on my moneyless-self and gave me my dinner on the house. I thought that was so nice; it made me believe in good people all over again. I got all these fuzzy feelings in my tummy at how nice they were about it.
In moments like these, I need comfort. And in my world that comfort comes in form of breakfast. This is what I like to think of as a summer porridge. Something you’d eat during the warmer months.
This recipe comes from the book, The Homemade Flour Cookbook, by Erin over at Naturally Ella. In this book, Erin explores the variety of ways you can grind your own flours at home. And, it includes a ton of recipes that focuses on those flours, seeds and even beans. I think it’s a really interesting book. I thumbed through most of the recipes and fell in love with this flax porridge with peaches. I love a good porridge but had yet to try one with flax in it.
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.
UGH. I hate long recipe titles but I really wanted to convey what the heck was in this thing. It’s important. This salad is an honest to Yeezus (I had no idea this was Kayne’s nickname until like two days ago so now I use it all the time) example of what I’ve been eating for the past few weeks. I’m a big fan of dinner for one, mainly because I kind of sometimes like it when no one talks to me for a few hours and I can be alone with my thoughts/latest episode of Real Housewives.
I never like my “dinner for ones” to be too labor-intensive. I can’t bother to make a mess. This salad is sooo quick and so amazing. Figs are officially in season, yet I can’t find any that really taste the way they should. I bought a big box of them last week and quickly realized that nature needed a bit of a hand, a little tap on the bottom. Nothing that a little brown sugar and a griddle can’t fix! And voila they tasted like grade-A, delicious, sweet figs.
I mixed it with bright, sweet yellow peaches, crushed pistachios and arugula. It was incredible. And since I couldn’t’ get enough of the peppery flavor that the arugula gave me, I paired it with a black pepper vinaigrette and topped it with slivers of prosciutto and ricotta salata.