These are cute. Probably cuter in real life than in this dumb photo.
We call them muffin galettes, and they are made with purchased puff pastry and a medley of backyard fruits.
Some of the backyard fruit didn't come from my own backyard, but I am lucky to be friends with Mr. and Mrs. Married... With Dinner, who have a Santa Rosa plum tree that went plentiful on them this summer.
The Marrieds made up a batch of plum conserve with citrus and walnuts. Oh gosh. Yahoo.
Mr. and Mrs. Crumb have a plum tree of our own (green gage), and we allowed it to develop prunes. The sun and wind, they are great collaborators. We didn't have much say in it.
And, we have that damn pear tree, which was supposed to be all finished by the end of August. But by October we still had four deteriorating specimens in the fridge, all ready to give their lives to this easy, nice dessert.
See, I don't really even like dessert.
And that's how we constructed these muffin galettes: With the addition of no sugar, no cream, no vanilla. I allowed a bit of melted butter to brush the tops of the pastry. And I crumbled in a trace, a mere smidge, of dried lavender buds. It failed to achieve the flavor of soapiness, which was our goal. Soap failure accomplished, yeah. Instead, it just tasted like... cinnamon? But barely.
I would do this again. I might not call it dessert.
In fact, I ate a couple of them for lunch yesterday.