it is 11:30am in the morning. i'm working from home and i've stepped away from my desk, in the warm loft room where the mid day sunshine is streaming in, and whipping together a quick dessert, something sweet, something tart, just for my sweetheart. the tiny urban kitchen i spend the bulk of my home life in is steamy, there is a pot of potpourri simmering, giving off a heady aroma of citrus and rosemary. i'm trying to roll out the cookies but the dough is crumbly, dry. i can feel the despair creeping in my belly, insidious and gaining in force as i'm trying to salvage the dough pieces falling off the rolling pin.
it's finally reached a point where i cannot save the dough but i am unwilling to chuck it. plus, there's a conference call i need to call into. so i go back upstairs, dejected, with a cup of coffee in hand, my lower lip undoubtedly in a pout. and i can't concentrate. amidst planning to attend two college fairs, and reviewing resumes, as well as being present during the online meeting, i'm silently lamenting over the botched linzer cookies. i don't know about anyone else, but wasting food is not fun, especially when the ingredients used are hard or expensive to come by.
finally, it's time for lunch and while i prepare a simple chả lụa sandwich, i also have the kitchenaid mixing up the 2nd batch of cookies, that will, damnit, be a success!, i am sparked by genius. a tart. i have learned that i prefer cookie crust tarts, and so this fruit tart was born. in keeping in line with the ingredients in the dough, i decided the filling would be vegan as well. honestly, a curd would be just as lovely, topped with fruit of course, or a custard-based pastry cream.
moral of the story: have a Plan B, friends. it saves lives.