Hello, and welcome to the easiest dessert you’ll make all summer long. Yes, today’s Cherry Apricot Clafoutis requires little more than a strong wrist (or, more realistically, a food processor) and somewhat undivided attention. I suppose you have to have a slight amount of patience to pit the cherries, but really, put on a decent podcast (may I suggest The Sporkful’s current series “Your Mom’s Food”?) and the mind-numbing repetition will promptly fade into the background.
You may have noticed, I also gave this sweet little number the picnic seal of approval. That’s because I actually tested it out and it was perfectly excellent. I’m usually wary of traveling with dairy products, but this Cherry Apricot Clafoutis stood up so well that I felt it was a worthy addition to the Summer Picnic Series.
Once upon a time, I worked in a giant office building with a food court in the basement. And in that food court, there was a purveyor of wraps and salads designed to appeal to the starved-for-time, money-to-burn, health conscious yuppie. Among the merchant’s various offerings was a line of collard green wraps. Every time I would pass these wraps I would shake my head. To me, these “wraps” were proof that the gluten-free movement had officially jumped the shark. A few years and one career change later, here we are with Chicken Collard Wraps in our midst. And collard wraps of my own making, no less.
I have a question for you. Ready? Do you always crave popcorn when you’re in the vicinity of a movie theater? You notice that didn’t say “get” I said “crave”. I’m sure we have all demonstrated some form of will-power in the past. But is there still some part of you that is desperate for that horrible, lukewarm, mass-produced popcorn the moment you catch a whiff of it? I’m only asking because I don’t want to feel alone. I always want it, even though I know it’s an unnatural shade of yellow and swimming sodium. What’s a girl to do? Well, I figured the only way to kick my theater popcorn habit was to form a dependency on a vastly superior popcorn. So, I want you to think of today’s Furikake Popcorn with White Miso Butter as the methadone to theater popcorn’s heroin. Too dark?
It should be abundantly clear by now that I have no self-control. I am after all the person who brought you this brunch monstrosity. And remember when I laid this beast of a sandwich at your digital doorstep? Really it should come as no surprise that I went ahead and made Bacon Salt Potato Chips. Yes, I had the audacity to roll potato chips in bacon salt. I am without remorse or shame, so just chill and enjoy the deliciously wrong ride. It’ll be fun, promise!