Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Other Stories

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There is something in the air, apparently everybody wants to take my pictures. In the past couple of weeks numerous people , some complete strangers, thought it’d be a good idea to aim their cameras at me, from all possible angles, during whatever party or gathering or even simple after-work outing I happened to be at the time. And then everybody, in a very diligent manner, emailed /texted/ brought picture CDs or even the actual pictures to show their work. Therefore, I’m now a proud owner of more pictures of myself than I’ve probably had in a year.

I’m usually the one who walks around with a camera to snap pictures of everybody and food of course. So maybe the Universe was saying it is now “me” time. So I thought it’d be a “Me, Me, Me” post. Though let me tell you, all those people following you with their cameras – it’s fun for about 2 – 3 pictures, and then your exhibitionist side shuts off, and you just want to hide.

 

Here, still in a mood, channeling (very loosely, and probably failing at it miserably) Audrey Hepburn.

 

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So if I stand there and look pretty, you’ll take one picture and go, right?

 

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No? How about now?

 

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What if I just ignore you?

 

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Or pretend you don’t exist at all.

 

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I’m just trying to talk you (still nicely) so are we done already?

 

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Asking me to pose next to a sign about a gluten filled liquor and snakes (shudder) is NOT a good idea!

 

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Why are you taking my picture?? You don’t even know me.

 

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Let’s try hiding in a dark room.

 

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I guess not…

 

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And I climbed up to that rooftop for one specific reason – to hide. Like, seriously!

 

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Kids, this song actually gives the best advice, and I take it literary. Up on the roof (even in Manhattan) is where all your troubles disappear.

 

 

 

But what do you know! A photographer just asked me to pose for more pictures as he wants a redhead model. I assume there is a shortage of redheads in Connecticut. So, kids, stay tuned for more pictures!

 

 

 

What’s Cooking This Week

Since it’s a post all about pictures, this one is definitely food and drink related – my newest kitchen tool.

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Plus today’s recipe is French dessert, and I don’t know how to cook French and NOT to drink wine. Clafoutis sounds really fancy, but it’s basically just a fruit tart where the filling is simply baked in a sweet dough rather than on top of a harder crust. And despite an indulgent sounding name, the dessert is actually pretty light in both the taste and the calories. And you can use whatever fruits you already have at home.

Blueberry and Nectarines Clafoutisย 

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Makes 6 medium tarts or 1 standard 8-9 inch tart:

1 1/4 cup of milk (I used coconut/almond blend)

4 eggs

3/4 cup of flour (I used Cup4Cup gluten free blend)

1/3 + 1/3 cup of sugar

1/2 cup of sliced or chopped almonds

2 nectarines, diced

1/2 – 2/3 cup of blueberries

2 tspoons of vanilla

1/8 tspoon of salt

powdered sugar for dusting

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Beat together milk, eggs, vanilla and sugar. Then add salt and beat again, gradually incorporate the flour till no clumps are visible. Batter will be thin.

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Brush the tart forms with oil and pour some batter into each to create a thin crust. Bake in a pre-heated oven at 350F degrees for 7 minutes. When the crust is just slightly set, remove from the oven and top with diced nectarines, blueberries, the remaining 1/3 cup of sugar and sliced almonds. Then top with the remaining batter.

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Return to the oven and bake for another 20-40 minutes, depending on the size of a pan.

This dessert is elegant enough to serve at Tiffany (if we imagine the store would serve us breakfast) yet it doesn’t involve hours spent in the kitchen (which French cuisine sometimes is guilty of).

You can then pretend you are Audrey Hepburn, or anybody else you want.

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Enjoy!