So let me tell you a little story…
It has not a thing to do with this gorgeous galette that I cannot wait to tell you all about, but first I have got to get these thoughts out of my head. I have quite a few, so if you really just want to hear about the galette, just scroll on down, I’ll take no offense.
You know how some people will share “a day in the life”? Well, I am not going to do that because I feel like I am SO boring, but let me just tell you about my grocery store trip the other day. It was just a little more eventful than most.
First, I realize that my only car option is my eldest brothers old pick-up truck that he literally stole from my cousin (hey little Matt!) and somehow managed to get it all the way from Ohio to Colorado (funny thing is he now lives back in Ohio…but the car is still here). I just do not get how that car made it all those miles, I mean, it’s not in the best shape, but somehow our good friend Mr. Mooney, drove it all the way out here for Creighton while he was here recovering from his broken neck. Anyway, I think to myself, “how bad do I REALLY need to go to the grocery store”? Of course, the answer is BAD because I go through way too much food on a daily basis and if I want to get my butt up and cook in the morning I better get my butt to the store. NOW. Ok, OK. This is fine, maybe even cool. I mean, hey, at least I HAVE a car right? RIGHT. This would be one of the advantages of being neighbors with mom and dad.
So, I scoot my little self in this old-time GMC pick-up with one long bench seat and a stick shift the size of a golf club, find the keys on the bench, put her in reverse and I am on my way. Thoughts going through my head: Going good. Hey, maybe I kind of like this car. I feel all old-time country, cool. Hey does the radio work? Oh cool, it does, and oh cool, I semi-like this song, let’s turn it up.
Time to park. Ahhh. Wait, I am on a hill…does this thing have a parking brake? Call dad…ring..ring. Me: Dad, where is the parking brake on this truck? Dad: Oh Tieg, it’s that brick in the back there. Yeah, just put it under the back tire. Me: Ahh…seriously? That’s some old school stuff. Dad: Yeah, but it does the trick.
Convo over. Car parked. Walking in…but wait, my list?!?! Yes, yes I forgot it. NOOOOOO. Call my brother Kai, ask him if I left it outside, I did. Great. Ask him to take a photo. Kai takes a photo and all is good again.
Produce section: So I am standing in front of the mangos and pineapples buying one too many mangos because they are on sale for a dollar. And the guy next to me goes, sooo are all pineapples ripe?? Me: you asking me? Random dude: yeah. Me: Well, I am pretty much a pineapple freak, so I got your back. You looking for a ripe one? Random dude: yeah. Me: ok, here take this one, it looks pretty perfect. Random dude: cool thanks.
From here this random dude then proceeds to tell me about these pineapple skewers he loves to make. Normally I would be all like, “please shut up, I really just want to get out of here”, BUT seeing as I really love pineapple, I was pretty excited to hear that some random dude also seemed to like pineapple. Cool. Maybe I am not such a freak…oh but wait, he only bought one and I? I bought three.
Moving on to the seafood section where I again see the same random guy. UGH. He chats me up about tuna, but this time I really did just want him to shut up. Sorry, but I really just don’t feel like talking about tuna in the middle of the grocery store at seven on a Thursday night. Not my idea of a fun time.
From here the rest is all pretty much ho-hum until it’s check out time. I spot my favorite checkout dude with no line and bolt my way up there. No joke, this guy is legit. He’s crazy fast, knows all the produce codes by heart, knows all the isles and what’s in them by heart and he is super nice and kind of fun to talk to. Yeah, I have buds at the grocery store. Don’t be jealous.
So I get in line, start unloading and remember that I couldn’t find the pita chips. I ask where the pita chips are and he decides that he needs to actually show me where they are himself. So he has someone unload my cart for me and he takes me back to the pita chips. Alright, well that was odd… but nice, and when I return, all the work is done and I am good to go. Or well, I gotta pay, buy yeah. I say see ya later to my friend at the checkout and I’m outta there.
OH MAN. An ambulance parked literally a foot away from the passenger side of the car and there is no way I am getting in there to put the groceries in on that side. I thought about just throwing them in the bed of the truck, but then I didn’t want to have to deal with the pain of unloading from back there once I got home. So in they all went through the driver’s side seat. What a flipping pain! And you know what? The chick driving the ambulance was sitting in her bus eating olives the whole time while watching me shimmy in the groceries through the driver’s side door. I swear she got a kick out of watching me! I would understand if we were in a crammed parking lost, but guys, I parked all the way out at the end and umm there were a million places that she could have parked that would not have been right up against my old junker. Just saying.
Groceries are in, driving home, get stuck behind a slow-moving bus. That’s awesome. Finally… I am home. Unload. Shower, cause I am freak and feel dirty after being in that car. And story over.
Wow. That was real fun, huh? Sorry to put you to sleep on a Friday. But ahh, that’s my life right there. See, boring. Definitely no need to be envious of little ol’ me!
Real quick now, this lavender honey and raspberry-rhubarb galette!! Isn’t it so pretty? I could love it just for its colors, but thankfully it tastes just as delicious. Love when pretty food = good food! Here’s the thing I love about galettes. They are basically a pie, but just so much easier to deal with. Like pie is high maintenance and galettes are pretty painless. They’re rustic, pretty and perfect.
Don’t get me wrong, there is a time and place for pie, but today is all about the galette. And the crust (SO FLAKEY and topped with almonds + lavender sugar) and that filling (oh, just let me eat all the spring produce, please!).
I filled mine with the combo of raspberries,lavender honey, and rhubarb (I FINALLY found rhubarb in my area and well, it is currently having a BIG moment in my kitchen). And since it is spring (or at least where you live I hope it is, maybe even summer-like too….ahh, summer please come soon! Summer dreamin over here in the snow, not gonna lie, I kind of feel like Olaf!!), this galette is the perfect way to celebrate it!
Spring in a galette… it does not get any better!
Or easier. You could make it for Mother’s Day or just make it because you need some sweetness in you life. But just don’t forget one thing, ICE CREAM. It’s a must.
Oh, and since I really don’t consider fruity dishes a dessert (I reserve that for chocolate…of course), this is looking like the perfect Friday/Saturday afternoon snack or Sunday morning breakfast.
PS. Seriously sorry if I bored you to death today. I promise no long as ever, boring as ever, story on Sunday! Promise.