When your husband thinks he's the "punmaster"

and he’s not…it can make for a long evening.

Tom has been laughing about the DUMBEST puns all night.

EX: me: “Can I pour this cold curd on this warm cheesecake?”
Tom: “I don’t know, I’m not Kurdish.”

Jesus H. Christ.

Also, me: “Hon, I’m sorry I forgot to cook your corn on the cob tonight for the 4th.”
Tom: “I didn’t get Corn on the Fourth of July.”

HORRIBLE. I’m dying. Thank god for good wine.

;)

The radishes, great wine, lemon-raspberry cheesecake, and so forth

I got inspired tonight. Perhaps it was sheer necessity for my brain- today was good, and Jack had a marvelous 5th birthday, but there was a lot of talking, touching, kissing, asking and so forth, and at some point, I think I just had to retreat and do something alone. So, I started cooking.

The radishes are done and so pretty. Pink, purple, white and speckled with fresh mint. Goat cheese topped figs are browning -some with walnuts, some without- in anticipation of being used as a base for our honey tasting (those I procured from Eataly). And, there’s a lemon-raspberry cheesecake in the oven too. It’s my Nanny’s recipe from decades ago. She and Papa had a successful restaurant in my hometown, and she cooked 6 of these a week. I adapted it some and am excited to see how it tastes. Once it cools, I’m going to spread a homemade raspberry curd on top and then throw some fresh raspberries on as the final hurrah. Yum….

Lastly, Lot18 gave Tom a great bottle of wine that we’re really enjoying. It’s the 2006 Oracle, a Bordeaux-style blend from the Miner family. Bellissima!

Our 4th, dinner musings

We’ve had a big day over here. This morning we visited our neighborhood police station with Jack dressed in full regalia. The two policewomen with whom we talked thought he looked extremely realistic, needing only a J. Grossi nameplate to wear. We took many photos, investigated the Cruiser 200 car and headed home. After Oliver’s nap, we went on a police patrol- Jack was the bike sheriff and walkie-talkie lead; Percy was the K9, walked by Tom who manned the other walkie-talkie; Oliver and I headed up the rear of the foot police brigade. Birthday boy is now finishing up Wish #4 which was to watch The Little Mermaid (“don’t fast-forward Ursula though because now I am 5 and won’t be scared”) and eat buttered popcorn.

Oliver has finally disconnected himself from my leg and, mercifully, has left me alone for approximately 6 minutes now.

Have y’all read this book? It is freaking hilarious, like slap-yourself hilarious. I almost peed in my pants in Barnes and Noble this past weekend. Parents, a good way to vent if your kids don’t sleep/nap as much/long as you’d like.

I’m starting to feel hungry so am thinking of the following ways to start dinner…I found fresh figs at the market today so am going to broil them briefly with some Cana de Cabre, a Spanish goat cheese that is not overly tangy but definitely somewhat so and has a great rind on it.

I’m also dying to use all my radishes from Saturday’s Greenmarket so am going to do an easy recipe I found. Basically, you brown them in hot butter, splash them with salt and throw gobs of fresh mint on top. I also got some fresh Pain de Campagne and might dip it in my new EVOO.

Hark, the kids are here.