Lingonberry & Rosemary Crumb Tarts

I try not to be a food snob but when my boyfriend asked if we could have dinner at Ikea I turned up my nose. His eyes sparkled as he recounted the times he ate there with his family, and he spoke of them being together, of him ordering the steak, of all the happy memories.

Endearing, I thought, but no. Dinner at an Ikea cafeteria that’s not out of necessity was an unappealing prospect to me. I was imagining it: the clingfilmed salads; the rows of cold dishes bleakly sitting on metal shelves; the hot food counter featuring dreary trays of beige meatballs. I said no. Upon reflection, however, I realized that I was a b*tch robbing him of his nostalgic cravings.
lingonberry tart
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Rustic Apple Cake

img_9562It’s not the first time I cried over cake.  Things go wrong in the kitchen – an oven you’re not used to, a scale that’s out of battery, ingredients that go off, and you’re not attentive and you misread, you mismeasure, you misunderstand it all – and you fail.  Now, it’s not that you’ve made a cake that’s a bit flat, that tastes a bit bland or looks a bit odd, because you’re more than disappointed.  Maybe it’s the end of a long already-bad day.  Or maybe it’s a surprising end to an exceptionally good day.  Either way it all goes tumbling down and you’re overwhelmed with the sense of worthlessness and incompetency because you can’t even make a simple apple cake.  Continue reading “Rustic Apple Cake”