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I have had this idea transcribed into a recipe for a while now, and finally found the time and all the ingredients today. Crisps are awesome cause they are so darned easy to make - I would make a crisp over a pie any day. (well, except maybe banana cream.) A quality of a good crisp to me is a nice tartness, so I was a little concerned about abandoning my beloved Granny Smith for the tamer trio highlighting this variation. No worries, in the end - each of the fruits turned out surprisingly and perfectly tart.

I just didn’t feel like photographing this today. I’m sure it will be made again, so I’ll post photos then! For now, refer to memories of golden brown aromatic oats oozing sweet butter into tender fruit slices. Yeah. There you go.

Peach, plum, pear crisp with walnuts for Joanna Newsom

1 peach
1 plum
1 pear

Slice small, into 1/4″ thick and about 3/4″ long pieces. Mix together and pour into greased baking pan. (Crisps are usually done in 9 x 13″ glass pans, I used an aluminum loaf pan with no problem… just make sure to keep an eye on the baking process, either way.)

1/4 c (whole grain pastry) flour
3/4 c rolled oats
1/2 c brown sugar
1/2 tsp ground cinnamon

Mix together.

1/2 c (1 stick) butter

Combine into flour mixture with pastry cutter until crumbly.

1/2 c walnuts, chopped

Mix in. Spread evenly over fruit mixture in baking pan. Bake in oven at 350F until top is golden brown, about 30-40 minutes. Serve by scoopful with milky moon. (Seriously, plain yogurt or vanilla ice cream.)

Bon appetit :)

It’s been a spell!

I never got around to announcing my approaching holiday to Canada to visit parents and friends, and when I got there I discovered that I had no idea what my WordPress password was; I had relied upon this computer to remember it. Then it was busy busy busy! between efforts towards house-cleaning, working, quitting my job and making investments in my artistry, which is what I will pledge myself to full-force during the lapse of employment. I do have my hopes set on another job, which I would probably like best at the low end of full-time. This job would be what I enjoy doing as someone’s employee: pumping out sdelicious espresso drinks all day long! And that was what the presence of an espresso machine fooled me into thinking this job would entail. Yesterday, I made one latte. And it was smooth and delightful and I fucked up the art on it but it looked intentional anyway. But I do like to make more than one a day.

I have been in a mood since watching a bit of the Illusionist at my parents’ house for stories of that complexity and time period. My last dream was something between I Capture the Castle and the Other Boleyn Girl set as usual in a distorted version of the house I grew up in: there were two princes and I was one of two princesses, but my sister was set up to marry the prince who was Daniel and I had a horrid gross prince for a fiance. He gave me a vibrator as a present. It was on when he did so and it went roaring around the floor. My parents were there, laughing hysterically. I just wept, and schemed of how to marry Daniel instead.

On Sunday’s flight back to the twin cities I ate a sandwich just before a very turbulent landing, and got so nauseated I had something of a 12-hour flu, all achy and feverish. Now I have a nice hacking cough, and the usual allergy symptoms here and there. We are approaching the dreadfully hot part of twin cities summer and I don’t know what I’m going to do about it, besides hound myself constantly about my water intake.

Visiting Calgary again was lovely as always, I always feel like I am waking up from a dream when I arrive there. Short visit though. But I got to see some people I hadn’t seen since before I moved, and unfortunately missed important other ones. But that’s how it goes. My old house is lovely in the summer, I spent a darn good amount of time on the patio or in the garden squeezing my cat and feeding him pea pods. I honestly try not to reflect on recently made memories from Calgary trips too much, not when I have to go to my job where I am miserable in an hour.

Doing my show rounds I discovered Joanna Newsom is to play a show on the day after Daniel’s birthday in Chicago. I did calculations despite the timely inconvenientness and it would be too expensive anyway. I would have paid in a heartbeat to see her play with Bjork there last fall if I had heard of it a bit sooner than after the fact, though! Although simply Ys with a full orchestra… well, I’m not going to think about it, but I know that there will come a time when she isn’t focusing on that anymore and I do hope I don’t miss it entirely.

We will be going to see the opening of The Dark Knight tonight.

Currently I am working on a blouse that was inspired in part by Bill Clinton’s would-be First Lady dress in the Onion, in part by current trends. :)