Greetings everyone! Hope all of you are having a beautiful 4th of July weekend!
It is another sunny, gorgeous day here in East Texas, and, while inarguably hot and humid, it is far short of insufferable. I can't be certain, but I may have detected the faintest nuance of a breeze on my morning walk.
My sister is in town for a visit, and she brought a friend along for the 4th. Since I knew they were coming, well...I baked a cake. Namely, a blueberry lemon cake, one I've made before with ease.
So of course, buoyed by my previous success, and with an expectant audience on the way, Murphy's Law was enacted full force: the blueberries migrated south into a goopy lump, and, upon unmolding, a good third of the cake exerted a tenacious grip on the pan. I scooped out what I could and mushed it into place. Behold:
May this serve as testament against any misguided notions of my cooking perfection (ha!). My sister decided the result looked like some sort of pyrotechnic cake explosion--a very fitting dessert for the Fourth despite all.
In far more photogenic news, I received two heaping bagfuls of fresh figs from a friend's tree:
Stan, one of of my M-W-F 6am step class regulars, and his wife, Paula, rolled up midmorning with the bounty.
The figs are absolutely ripe, lush, fragrant and sweet--we all ate our fill at lunchtime and throughout the afternoon.
But I need to act fast today to use them up--perhaps some freezer jam, and heaven knows what for dinner. Possibly a partnership with goat cheese? Honey? Greens? My sister is thrilled at the prospects; Kevin looks wary. I'll photo-document the results and share tomorrow. Savor the weekend, everyone!