my sentiments exactly

i just finished re-reading a homemade life by molly wizeneberg, the creator of the (greatest!) blog orangette. i love her. she has this way with words that makes you feel like you are best of friends. sometimes i have these visions of me and g meeting molly, her husband and her sweet bebe at gasworks park for a picnic, watching the sailboats glide on lake union with the seattle skyline as our backdrop. (oh yeah, seattle is her hometown...i'm not just making this up)!

this passage from molly's book is exactly why i think we would get along fabulously:

"a classic among classic french desserts, tarte Tatin is essentially a sexed-up apple pie - a housewife in stilettos, you could say. it starts with wedges of apple caramelized to a deep amber, their juices mingling in butter and sugar to yield a complex flavor that verges on hard cider. covered with a sheet of puff pastry, baked to golden, and then inverted, the apples sit coyly atop their many-layered blanket like Ingres's Grande Odalisque on her chaise. dolloped with creme fraiche, tarte Tatin doesn't dally with small talk. it reaches for your leg under the table."

my sentiments exactly. there are times when i feel like my mind and body undergo this ethereal experience after eating a treat, and instead of having visions of sugarplum fairies and unicorns flying over rainbows, i envision naughtiness, not unlike molly's description of tarte Tatin. i mean, really, who wouldn't want to be friends with someone who thinks of food in such a scandalous way?!

speaking of scandal...

...i will see you soon, pierre herme!