This time last week, I was waking up from a nap, with a pounding headache and a strange sense of home that contradicts everything I wrote about in my past post.
If you’re expecting this to be a romantic story about friendship and discussing deep issues under the stars…you’re going to be disappointed. At a friend’s place, we were far enough out of London to actually see the stars, but bank holiday Friday was a night of tequila shots and pizza, cookies baked at 1am and so many ridiculous stories that will become part of the lore of our group. The weekend has been the subject of a number of flashbacks throughout the week that have left me burying my face in my hands, half in laughter and half in disbelief. In short, it was excellent.
I woke up the next morning in a room so bright it felt like the sun was sitting right there outside the window, successfully avoided careering into a wardrobe while manoeuvring around the mess, and mostly got through it by dreaming about the milkshake I’d have at the end of the long, long journey home*. But in between groans of, “When am I allowed more painkillers?” and listening to the rattle of beer cans as they hit one another in a rapidly-filling carrier bag, I felt lucky. As I drifted in and out of sleep next to a friend I am so thankful is in this city now, filling the wakeful moments with quiet chat and gulping, raucous laughter, I realised the view to the future looks pretty good. You know, once I got that wading-through-treacle trudge home sorted.
But I also felt like there was no way I’d be able to come home and cook something for a blog post, so instead you’re getting the little galettes I made with the half-packet of pastry leftover from the balsamic strawberry galette. Bonus: these are much quicker. No macerating here, just a light poach, a brush of honey, and off we go. Easy enough to handle even on a medium-strength wine-and-tequila hangover.
*I didn’t have that milkshake, in the end. Growing up with life-long dieters means you cannot avoid a milkshake’s nutritional value, or lack thereof.
Just one other thing! While we’re on pastry – check out this blueberry pie at The Pastry Affair. It looks so delicious.
Service announcement over, let’s get to the good stuff.
Pear & honey mini galettes with ricotta
Yields 4 mini galettes
1 tbsp sugar