Summer Luxuries

Bourbon butterscotch tarts from the Baked cookbook. Only I forgot the bourbon. And some of the sugar. And a bit of the butter. And they're not all that pretty to look at. And this photo shows the cold tarts sweating in the heat of our unairconditioned urban crib. But man, are they tasty. Like everything from Baked, really. If you haven't been to one of their shops or looked at one of their cookbooks yet, do so.  The experience will change your world, epicurially speaking.



And strawbabies! I have always called them that. I suppose it's a disturbing name if you fully consider the ultimate fate of said strawbabies.

I love how they look in my Blue Ridge Pottery bowl. I have several pieces of that dish line and love every one of them. I use them often and treat them with care. They feel so light and fragile compared to modern dishware. I often imagine the Appalachian women painting them in the 1930s.