The Peace of a Sweet & Sour Life

The other day I was feeling, shall we say, ‘silly’?

You know, like when you make elaborate s-p-a-r-k-l-y girlish plans because it’s a sunny day, you’re feeling adventurous, and everything seems possible now that the kids are grown?

You’ve decided having a ‘muffin-top’ is a middle aged aphrodisiac, chipped teeth are a medical opportunity for full-body cosmetic surgery, traffic laws are optional, crime doesn’t happen in your neighborhood, the Middle East might as well be another planet, and you think the world is your oyster? In fact, it might be caviar on toast points?

 Like that.

Then, your mother becomes elderly. Overnight, it seems, and you thought she’d be young forever.
“Who do I talk to about this?”

You see a young woman in a playground, baby on hip. You are wider. One of her children asks you to play, and hide-n-seek is suddenly the most brilliant game you haven’t played in years.
“Why didn’t I enjoy this more?”

You giddily curse an elderly gentlemen turning at a snails pace in a fifty foot Eldorado, which is just too damn big on these narrow roads (and a bit crass if you ask me) and it seems reasonable. Even your civic duty, until you realize that red lights mean EVERYONE is supposed to stop.
“What’s the problem officer? Did you see him? I mean, come on!”

Your house security system is temporarily off-line, due to an addition that you just HAD TO HAVE, and suddenly your watching the local Evening News with profound interest- and a shot gun under the bed.
“The shells are in the bedstand, next to the Ambien, right?”

And, the temperature in New Orleans would make Satan feel at home (in fact, I think he lives in Central City, or Cairo). 
“Since when did Brotherly Love become Brotherhoods?”

My garden is fried.

My brain is fried.

So I did what any self-respecting mid-life, crusty, over-confident, Goddess would do, when confounded by the Sweet & Sour of life.

I baked IT.
And IT was good.
And the world was righted…

Shalom

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Ingredients at the ready.

Strawberry Rhubarb Tartlets

8 prepared tart pastries
2 Cups Diced rhubarb stalks (The red tops. Disgard the rest.)
2 Cups diced strawberries
4 Tablespoons cornstarch
1 egg, slightly beaten
1 teaspoon salt
1 Cup sugar

Prick the bottom of the tartlets, and bake at 400 degrees for 10 minutes.
Remove from oven.
Increase oven temperature to 425.

Prepare all of the other ingredients and combine.

With a slotted spoon, ladle the mixture into each tartlet, filling high. Ingredients will reduce as they bake. 

Brush each exposed crust with a light egg yolk wash.

Bake in a hot 425 degree oven for 30 minutes, then reduce heat to 325 and continue baking for 15 minutes.

Let cool and serve at room temperature.
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Did I say ‘Pie?”
I meant Tarts.
Oops.

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In the oven.

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And plated with sliced strawberries
&
chocolate covered raisons.
Yummy. 




  • kblakecash - I was wondering what to do with the rhubarb Lieve brought home…ReplyCancel

  • Cathy - I am impressed and amazed and a little jealous of your baking skills. If that were me, I’d just be eating something like raw cookie dough from the fridge. But since all we have in our house is healthy white flour free, low fat and low salt items, I’d end up eating a bag of low-salt crackers. BORING!

    You ARE a girl after my own heart. I say Baruch Atah Adonai over your tarts and a Shabbat Shalom to you while I virtually enjoy their taste, Cheryl!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I don’t know what any of those funny words mean, but, I’ll embrace it! PS: I saw a gluten free ready prepared pastry crust in the grocery store the other day. And ya know what would be delish?- a nut and seed crust! Thanks for the idea. I’m off to experiment…. XXXOOOReplyCancel

  • The Desert Rocks - Turning on the oven might assist Satan! It is hotter here than Cairo. Cute post.ReplyCancel

  • bookworm - I was yours until you got to the rhubarb part. Who wants to bake in the heat? So, I will say – it’s a wonderful day in upstate New York – 70’s, breeze, low humidity. Am I rubbing it in too much?ReplyCancel

  • Erica Christopher - Mmm those TARTS look good!
    And you know what, I wish I had silly days more often. Sure beats actually knowing things and worrying about them, eh?ReplyCancel

  • Patty Rumaker - As usual I have no funny words – wish I did.
    This too shall pass.
    PattyReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Mmmmm, delicious!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - And can you believe I JUST asked Ben if he likes rhubarb? And he said NO. After 31 years the mystery is still there.ReplyCancel

  • Sue - Husband loves Rhubarb pie. You would think that as a proper wife I would learn to make a rhubarb pie or tart for him after all these years. We can make rhubarb pie together when he retires so we don’t drive each other crazy. Thanks for the Tartful story and I mean that.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I think doing things together after the idiots retire is a splendid idea. In fact, we should try to meet up sooner then that!ReplyCancel

  • mindy trotta - Add a little bit of chopped apples and you have yourself a REAL Rosh Hashanah delicacy!! You are officially a member of the tribe!ReplyCancel

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