Slim pickin's, folks.
I trashed my entire photo library the other day, by accident. I don't want to talk about it.
I know some images are retrievable from the hard drive but I'm not getting any hints of the whereabouts of the nearly 1,300 pictures that vanished. Only some.
I do, however, still have a very recent photo of a dish I experimented with the other day.
Whew, talk about experimenting. I'd never used puff pastry before. Ever. I didn't know you could (should) roll it out, so it doesn't puff up into a caricature of itself in the oven. Lyle Lovett does dessert.
This was so simple. I lined two small glass dishes with (too much) puff pastry and placed smaller squares of puff pastry for tops on the baking sheet. Cooked it until puffy and brown. Let it cool a bit, then slathered it with homemade applesauce (sprinkled with salt and cinnamon), topped it with the little pieces of puff pastry. Then I laid a couple of thin strips of good cheddar on the mattress-like top crusts, put 'em back in the oven for a good melting, and then: Eat.
Verdict: Chewy and puffy. Needed to have been rolled out, and now I know. But it's a killer quick method.
Elsewhere. I can hardly bear to go near the TV or Internet for news. Too much Hillabama anxiety. Of course, I'm dying to know the outcome of Tuesday's voting. But it's only Monday morning, so I'll just hibernate until then.
Or maybe try tinkering with my hard drive. Darn.