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		<title>Nearly Wordless Wednesday: Minted Balsamic Fruit</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 05:36:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marilyn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I recently tossed this together as a brunch side to lox and bagels. Minted fruit is hardly a novel idea, but standing in the drowsy Sunday kitchen, still in pajamas and part cutting, part eating drippy fruit, I thought eh, it&#8217;s summer. The season begs for no thought and less effort, falling back on old [...]]]></description>
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I recently tossed this together as a brunch side to lox and bagels. Minted fruit is hardly a novel idea, but standing in the drowsy Sunday kitchen, still in pajamas and part cutting, part eating drippy fruit, I thought <em>eh</em>, <em>it&#8217;s summer. </em>The season begs for no thought and less effort, falling back on old ideas like a hammock, asking little more than juicy, cold and sweet. Go easy on yourself. Dive in.<br />
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<strong>Minted Balsamic Fruit</strong></p>
<p><em>I was too summer-lazy to measure. Use my guestimates as a guideline, and know your fruit-eating crowd.</em></p>
<p>1-2 lbs. fresh fruit, may include:</p>
<p>1 lb. strawberries, hulled and halved<br />
1 pint blueberries, picked over<br />
1 small seedless watermelon, rind removed, chunked or scooped with melon baller<br />
1 medium cantaloupe, rind removed, chunked or scooped with melon baller</p>
<p>can also use raspberries, blackberries, honeydew or other muskmelons</p>
<p>1 &#8211; 2 tablespoons powdered sugar, to taste<br />
1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar<br />
small bunch fresh mint, about 1 dozen large leaves, torn or roughly chopped</p>
<p>Place prepared fruit in large bowl. Sift powdered sugar over fruit, tossing to coat. Add balsamic vinegar and mint, tossing once more to coat.  Serve immediately or refrigerate, up to four hours. (I prefer to refrigerate 30 minutes &#8211; 1 hour, allowing fruit to steep in flavor.)</p>
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		<title>One Thing Leads to Another</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 22:27:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marilyn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I started with a plan to demonstrate making white chocolate curls. But Saturday afternoon, it was too hot outside and too cold inside. I attacked the half-frozen, half-melting stuff for a while and then, disgusted, shoved the chocolate aside and reached for some limeade. I opened the fridge and poked around the shelves, looking for&#8230;whatever [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I started with a plan to demonstrate making white chocolate curls.<br />
<a title="attacking white chocolate by marilyn819, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12535253@N05/2621475007/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3163/2621475007_1c956860bb.jpg" alt="attacking white chocolate" width="500" height="271" /></a><br />
But Saturday afternoon, it was too hot outside and too cold inside.  I attacked the half-frozen, half-melting stuff for a while and then, disgusted, shoved the chocolate aside and reached for some limeade.  I opened the fridge and poked around the shelves, looking for&#8230;whatever you look for.  When you&#8217;re mad.<span id="more-248"></span></p>
<p>The evening before, I&#8217;d mixed up some rugelach dough &#8211; cream cheese dough &#8211; planning to make a batch of pick-me-up cookies for a slightly depressed friend.<br />
<a title="making cream cheese dough by marilyn819, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12535253@N05/2621475519/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2621475519_f4b6132aa2.jpg" alt="making cream cheese dough" width="500" height="345" /></a><br />
But I had a slab of incredible pepper bacon sitting around, and unable to resist its black-peppered, smoky goodness, I decided to use half the dough as a base for Tarte Flambee &#8211; sort of a bacon and onion pizza &#8211; for Friday night&#8217;s dinner.</p>
<p>Inspired by my head still in France and <a href="http://www.modernemama.com/">modernemama</a>&#8216;s enthusiasm, it was bacony perfection, a license to eat four kinds of fat.  Oh my.<br />
<a title="IMG_4040.JPG by marilyn819, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12535253@N05/2622433902/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/2622433902_1a932d6092.jpg" alt="IMG_4040.JPG" width="500" height="276" /></a><br />
Now it was Saturday and I was annoyed in the kitchen.  I&#8217;d abandoned the white chocolate mess and was huffily munching cold bacon tart.  Last I checked I&#8217;d come in here to <em>do</em> <em>something</em>, not just eat leftovers. I took another slurp of limeade, grabbed the remaining rugelach dough and looked in the fruit bowl.</p>
<p>Slim pickings.  Josie eats drippy nectarines all summer like a fruit bat, and there was only one left.<br />
<img class="alignnone" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/2622465512_d9c18ddbb9.jpg" alt="one nectarine left" /><br />
But with a bit of cream cheese dough for crust, one nectarine turned into four little tarts.<br />
<a title="nectarine tarts by marilyn819, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12535253@N05/2616943837/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/2616943837_a398408d1b.jpg" alt="nectarine tarts" width="500" height="369" /></a><br />
There was still a little dough left.  I could make a few rugelach for that sad friend of mine, or &#8211; nibbling the last chunk &#8211; <em>I could finish it off myself.</em></p>
<p>Hmm.  I had a rapidly decreasing ball of dough, and a few strawberries in the fridge.  And a lone kiwi.<br />
<a title="IMG_3652.JPG by marilyn819, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12535253@N05/2621473827/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3070/2621473827_f9c1a58330.jpg" alt="IMG_3652.JPG" width="500" height="278" /></a><br />
After a few minutes of rolling, pressing, more nibbling and baking, there were tart shells.<br />
<a title="tart shells by marilyn819, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12535253@N05/2621167419/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3187/2621167419_a7b6df4e08.jpg" alt="tart shells" width="500" height="271" /></a><br />
And the presence of tart shells called for the whipping of cream.<br />
<a title="IMG_4059.JPG by marilyn819, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12535253@N05/2621183769/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2621183769_1965dd0633.jpg" alt="IMG_4059.JPG" width="500" height="351" /></a><br />
Now I had tart shells, honey whipped cream, strawberries, a peeled kiwi and one bowl of lonely, hardened white chocolate in the corner. I narrowed my eyes.</p>
<p>Please?<br />
<a title="melting white chocolate by marilyn819, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12535253@N05/2618411620/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/2618411620_8005ea68d8.jpg" alt="melting white chocolate" width="500" height="263" /></a><br />
<em> Oh, fine.</em> Who wouldn&#8217;t forgive white chocolate? <em> You can play too.</em><br />
<a title="white chocolate by marilyn819, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12535253@N05/2622298626/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3246/2622298626_bb3fc44b4a.jpg" alt="white chocolate" width="500" height="302" /></a><br />
So the sad friend led to rugelach which didn&#8217;t get made, which led to a tart flambee, four nectarine tarts, some failed white chocolate curls, sliced strawberries, a kiwi and freshly whipped cream.</p>
<p>Finally, it led to a few pretty things at the end of the day.  Just for fun, and just to show how when you least expect it, when you are hot and frustrated and sucking down limeade, everything has a way&#8230;<br />
<a title="strawberry tarts by marilyn819, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12535253@N05/2620577498/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3055/2620577498_be8eb4517b.jpg" alt="strawberry tarts" width="500" height="336" /></a><br />
&#8230;of coming full circle.</p>
<p><strong>Cream Cheese Dough</strong></p>
<p>8 oz cream cheese, cold<br />
8 oz unsalted butter, cold<br />
2 cups all-purpose flour<br />
pinch salt</p>
<p>Place flour and salt in food processor and process a few seconds, to blend.  Chunk butter and cream cheese in pieces over flour, then process, using on-off motion, until dough just forms a ball.  Turn out onto floured surface and knead lightly into a smooth mass.</p>
<p>Roll, shape and bake into tart crusts, sweet turnovers, rugelach, and other cookies.<br />
Keeps several days wrapped in the refrigerator, and freezes well.</p>
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		<title>One Chiquita, Gone Bananas</title>
		<link>http://simmertilldone.com/2008/05/07/one-chiquita-gone-bananas/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 22:03:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marilyn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ll bet I&#8217;ve zested a thousand lemons, cored an orchard of apples and juiced the whole state of Florida. So, why is there still something about putting away the produce&#8230; &#8230;that makes me think I can rhumba?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ll bet I&#8217;ve zested a thousand lemons, cored an orchard of apples and juiced the whole state of Florida.</p>
<p>So, why is there still something about putting away the produce&#8230;<br />
<a title="IMG_1591.JPG by marilyn819, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12535253@N05/2474571632/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/2474571632_9e0028fe02.jpg" alt="IMG_1591.JPG" width="500" height="358" /></a></p>
<p>&#8230;that makes me think I can rhumba?<br />
<a href="http://simmertilldone.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/carmen_miranda.jpg"></a></p>
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