I've decided to stop watching TV for the next week (That 70s Show doesn't count. . . nor does Ray Mears). The plan is to be more productive instead of sitting around watching episodes of shows for the fifth time, wishing I had more free time. Last night I made a lemon tart. It's very lemon-y.
I started it almost as soon as I got home yesterday, wanting to finish it before the sun went down (so I could take a picture). I think it finally came out of the fridge, ready to eat, at 8pm. There was a lot of letting dough cool in the fridge and then rolling it out and then freezing it and then pre-cooking it with tinfoil and rice before I could even pour in the lemon-y goodness.
And lemon-y it is. Lemons are very stingy with their juice; I had to hand squeeze seven just to get the 3/4 cup required for the recipe (er, and two glasses of lemonade). I whipped some cream to top our pieces last night, as it really is a lemon tart. The whipped cream seemed to turn into whipped quasi-butter (which still tasted like sweet cream) overnight in the fridge. I used the last of it up before I finally took the above picture this afternoon, so you'll just have to imagine the complete look.
I wonder what I'll do tonight.
While I realize that you probably don't care one snit about what I am about to say, I will forge on (as I do with all of my conversational partners--and lucky YOU!). High acidic foods...sour or fiery, are very good for your metabolism. Imagine the crinkled face resulting from the sucking of a lemon...it makes your liver do THE EXACT SAME THING! It throws such a dramatic fit, of childish temper-tantrum proportions, and burns a bunch of calories all to smithereens.
Your tart looked amazing...yum!
Mmm, my mouth is watering just looking at that. If only we had some electricity I could make lemon tarts too. Maybe by Sunday....stupid tornado!
no tv?! gasp! I sure would feel confused sitting on the couch all evening pointing my remote at my Ansel Adams and wondering why it wasn't changing from the silly snow covered tree. Sure I could spend the time prepping my lessons so I don't make the freshmen cry every week, but that's so overrated.
Your mom says there's electricity in lemon tarts? That would explain why it really was tinglingly, excitingly lemon-y.