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 Tartine's lemon tart for Mom's birthday

(recipe below)

 

Sweet Tart Dough

by Tartine (for 9-inch tart shells or twelve 4-inch tartlet shells)

1 cup + 2 tbsp (9 oz/255 grams) unsalted butter, at room temperature
1 cup (7 oz/200 grams) sugar
1/4 tsp salt
2 large eggs, at room tempterature
3 1/2 cups (17 1/2 oz/500 grams) all-purpose flour
 

Using a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, combine the butter, sugar and salt and mix on medium speed until smooth. Mix in 1 egg. Add the remaining egg and mix until smooth. Stop the mixer and scrape down the sides of the bowl with a rubber spatula. Add the flour all at once and mix on low speed just until incorporated.

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new cards

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happy 59th, Mom

(swimming hole at Hidden Falls)

and playing in my favorite kitchen:

sweet corn soup with harissa yogurt and dill
escarole salad with fresh figs, pinenuts, parmigiano, fig vinaigrette
blue lake green beans with summer tomato sauce and tarragon
Tartine lemon tart with freshly whipped cream

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just another epic visit

frolicking in my dear city

party bus

(daytime Sunset party at Stafford Lake in Novato)

Pizzetta

(farm egg, lamb sausage, corno di toro pepper, harissa)

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my dear friend Ali

has moved her studio & storefront

to a lovely new location

in Oakland

check out her sumptuous, bold silk tops,

sheer, flowy dresses and skirts,

& perfectly cut jackets

and while you're there,

swing by Esqueleto to check out their

gorgeous jewelry collection

(dreamcatcher art piece by Ally Maser there too)

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can't get enough.

especially when they're still warm

from hanging on the plant

in the midday sun.

(joys of an indian summer in Loomis)

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for Mom's birthday next week

(canvas and leather purse)

(hanging triangles card)

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cannot get enough

of going through everything,

reorganizing,

giving things away

my house,

my parents' house 

l  e  s  s

l e s s

less

is so much more

((( addicted to the lightness )))

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it's early.

they are asleep

and

 i come upstairs

fan blowing gently,

cricket reverberation

elevation

i am an observer

in this space

 this little peach nook

of mine

from older times

from before

(the explosion)

gold glitter

erupting from the heart

floating

on the relieving coolness

of full moon mid-september air

the cycle begins again

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6 nights

5 days 

the desert

 the past 3 months

come to a close

the fullest expression

of the word

s u m m e r

((( as good as it gets )))