The weekend somehow managed to be incredibly quiet and furiously busy. It just sort of slipped right by and before I knew it I was sitting on the couch, still sewing up orders and it was Sunday at midnight and I had watched all of She's All That on TV even though I swore to Dustin that of course I was turning it off, or at least changing the channel and who did he think I was anyways, that I would watch a silly movie like that (when I've probably already seen it 5 times)?
Whew. But there were nice moments leading up to that.
I was glad to see a reappearance of afternoon light - my very favorite kind.
We had old friends over for dinner and I made a berry crostata for dessert (which is a fancy way of saying that I piled a bunch of berries on some pastry dough and folded the edges over).
I went shopping for spring fabrics (not breaking the hiatus, because everything is for the shop).
And then I worked.
D amused himself in the kitchen, with great results (sundried tomato + prosciutto + burrata on baguette for lunch, Deb's tomato-butter sauce on pasta for dinner).
And I snacked on an ungodly amount of pickles. It's a terrible addiction that I mostly fight by rarely purchasing pickles of any sort. This weekend I just gave up and gave in.
Whew. But there were nice moments leading up to that.
I was glad to see a reappearance of afternoon light - my very favorite kind.
We had old friends over for dinner and I made a berry crostata for dessert (which is a fancy way of saying that I piled a bunch of berries on some pastry dough and folded the edges over).
I went shopping for spring fabrics (not breaking the hiatus, because everything is for the shop).
And then I worked.
D amused himself in the kitchen, with great results (sundried tomato + prosciutto + burrata on baguette for lunch, Deb's tomato-butter sauce on pasta for dinner).
And I snacked on an ungodly amount of pickles. It's a terrible addiction that I mostly fight by rarely purchasing pickles of any sort. This weekend I just gave up and gave in.
There is nothing wrong with a pickle obsession.
ReplyDeletebeat me to it, christina. i was going to add that all of my favorite women have one. (addiction, that is. they have many pickles.)
ReplyDeleteMmm San Marzano tomatoes are the best! I love what you're working on - so lovely to see some pattern! And excited to see the final results. Hope your week flies as fast as the weekend and then slows right down on Friday!
ReplyDeleteThat crostata looks scrumptious! And I love the fabrics you snagged. Can't wait to see what they turn in to in your shop.
ReplyDeleteThat crostata looks scrumptious! And I love the fabrics you snagged. Can't wait to see what they turn in to. :)
ReplyDeleteConfession: I've loved She's All That since I saw it in the theater in eighth grade--but that's nothing compared to my love for Ten Things I Hate About You, which knows no bounds whatsoever.
ReplyDeleteDid you put sugar on the berries too? Anything else? It looks sooo goood!
ReplyDeleteI love your spring fabrics and I bet that crostata was yummy.
ReplyDeletei love how your photos show part all the different parts of your day. it is pretty awesome.
ReplyDeletei've never tried those tomatoes, but i know Ina uses them so they've got to be amazing!
ReplyDeleteThat tomato-butter sauce is SO good. I might have to make some tonight now.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to see what comes out of the fabrics! They look lovely and oh-so-springy.
I think I would eat that berry crostata in one sitting. While watching She's All That.
ReplyDeleteJALOUSIE WINDOWS.
ReplyDeleteberry crostatas and fancy tomats are marvelous, but an appreciation of drafty leaky mid-century window design is why i love thee especially.
Please tell me you used them to make Deb's tomato sauce with onion and butter.
ReplyDeleteWhat exactly is burrata? And I love pickles, too...
ReplyDeletethe fabrics are beautiful! can't wait to see what you makes out of them! and san marzano tomatoes soo fancy :) i usually buy those when i want to feel like a serious cook!
ReplyDeletei am so with you on the pickle addiction...i could eat jars of them.
ReplyDeleteyum.
chiming in on the pickle addiction... do you eat hearts of palm too?? they're expensive, but soooo good.
ReplyDeletecrostata?! yes, please!!!
ReplyDeleteI see those tomatoes all over the cooking tv world.... I have got to get my hands on some! Perhaps some yummy pasta sauce?
ReplyDeleteafternoon light is my favorite! also, those berries look incredible.
ReplyDeleteEven pre-bake, that crostata looks delicious!
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, I love pickles, much to my hubby's dismay. I pretty much adore all the foods that he can't stand. ;)
ReplyDeleteYour new fabrics are so cheery and that crostata looks divine. I've been meaning to try making one for a while. I typically am a sucker for cute desserts but I love how rustic and casual they are.
Glad to know I'm not the only pickle freak around here!
ReplyDeleteFor those interested in the crostata, there is no recipe. It's just this dough plus two bags of frozen berries from TJs, tossed with a bit of sugar and some orange zest.
Bake at 375F for about an hour, you want the crust to be nice and brown on the top, to make sure it's fully cooked (undercooked pastry crust is truly sad).
Mouse dear, burrata is life changing. Fresh mozzarella with a ball of soft mozzarella + cream in the middle. Insane.
And yep, we used the San Marzano tomatoes for Deb's butter-onion tomato sauce. Awesome.
cute fabrics - can't wait to see the results
ReplyDeleteand yes, i feel your pain on the movie thing - i do that all the time, even when i've seen the movie so much that i could almost quote it.
dying to see what you do with that fabric! it's adorable!
ReplyDeletei love pickles! im so glad to know there is someone else out there who avoids buying them in order to avoid eating them all.
ReplyDeleteOh, that berry crostata looks so yummy! I bet your friends enjoyed eating it.
ReplyDeleteWell, that jalousie window made me reminisce some memories of the past. I remember I'd always stand at our window trying to catch the morning sun rays when I was young. So nostalgic.