Temperatures are getting into the 90s these days, so what do I do? I cook. Yep, turn on the oven and everything. No one ever said I was smart.
I made ribs on Saturday for dinner, and they were ribs, perfectly fine, no photographs. For dessert, something new: Rainier cherry clafoutis.
Kind of a cross between crepes and custard, baked in the oven, studded with fruit. I've never had one, only heard of it. So I pitted my cherries I had on hand and made us up dessert. Verdict? Hmmm. I loved the flavour, but I think I weighed down the batter too much. Not much puff on it in the oven, and a trial getting it out of the pan. But tasty!
So tasty that yesterday I promised Conrad a simple, oven free dinner, and yet ended up baking another clafoutis, a berry one.
Plus focaccia.
And also little turkey meatballs that I tossed with a sauce I made for a pasta dinner. Oh, and burrata with tomato and nectarine.
Because I invited Natasha to come over, that was my excuse. That second clafoutis was better than the first, I think. I'll try making those again.
Tonight? Leftover focaccia and another similar burrata salad with prosciutto added this time, and leftover clafoutis. Barely an oven turned on!




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