Made a tomato tart late afternoon and ate some. Then out for a glass of wine and snacks at my favorite neighborhood wine bar that we thought was a pandemic casualty but was resurrected last week. Then another slice of the tomato tart when I got home.
Tart was an oil crust, chive cream cheese spread over the base, and then tomato wedges that I partially roasted first before arranging on the crust and baking again for a while.
I didn’t love the crust, but that’s my own fault for using half whole wheat flour and over-mixing. The flavor of the combination of everything was lovely, though.
Before I bought it, I tried a screwdriver and a paring knife, but I didn’t get very far. I’m gotten a lot better at shucking since I bought the knife last November (in that I no longer emerge from the kitchen red-faced, sweaty and covered in brine), so it’s very possible I can use a screwdriver now.
We had clouds.
We had rain.
We had blue skies.
We had sun.
We’ll have fireworks.
In Boston tonight.
And in my town tomorrow.
And I’ll have scared cats at the BOOMs.
Today, I made stuff.
And I ate stuff.
And I AM stuffed.
:::Woof:::
Country-style pork ribs, dry-rubbed with a pork rub, then covered and baked in the oven at a low temp for several hours. Uncovered, poured off the juices and slathered with a BBQ sauce, baking at an even lower temp for another half hour.
Sides were Tarragon & Chive Potato Salad, Carrot & Bourbon Raisin Salad, and Deviled Eggs sprinkled with ground sumac instead of paprika.
Local news is that the fireworks truck in nearby Ocean City MD blew up on the beach and there will be no fireworks there. We had fireworks Friday night and last night and they’ll be launched from a barge in Annapolis Harbor tonight. I’ll be in bed.
Dinner was lamb kafka, roasted Portobella mushrooms, and macaroni salad.
What made me more proficient was finally figuring out that I needed to twist the knife on its Z axis rather than rock it laterally along its X axis. It’s possible a screwdriver would have served me just as well with this knowledge. I’m still hopeless at clams, but that’s what the rest of my life is for.
Thanks…I honestly don’t know. The highball glasses are Rogaska and lowball, whisky, and tumblers are Norland. I know because I bought them. . My former wife was fond of crystal and glassware.
