And now, a word from your oven. In July. Srsly.

Didn’t end things with your oven on the best terms back in the spring? So you wore each other out a little. We’ve all been there. Well, it’s seen the error of its ways and come a-crawlin’ back. Bearing gifts. Like an herbaceous chard gratin and a simple blueberry crisp. Aww, come on — you know you miss it.

chard gratin

Heyyyyy there, it’s your oven calling. I know! It’s been a while, right? Look, this is a little awkward. Obviously. I just, well, I don’t know. Probably I’ve been mulling this over in my head for too long, and now it’s gonna come out all weird. Blehhhhhhhh! Heh heh. Ahem.

No, it’s cool, I guess maybe you’re screening my call. Can you just pick up if you’re there? I know you probably don’t want to hear from me right now. In July, right? But I’ve got a couple of things I’ve been meaning to drop off for you. And — well — I know it’s not like we ended things perfectly back in April or whenever. I was tired. And, you were right, a little crabby. I can admit that now. But you with that lime-green Dutch oven, always knocking at the door. Le Creuset. Luh Khroo-sayyyy. Snooty. And so much all the time, with the braising and the stews and the no-knead bread and the winter squash. Can I just say that calling it “Delicata” does not make it any less hard to deal with? We should all be so thick-skinned. And then the baked rice and that Herbfarm polenta? I mean, do you really need an oven for stuff like that, or do you think you might’ve been taking advantage a little?

No no, I can totally see the look on your face right now, and you’re right. This is not what I called about. It’s in the past. We’re all good. It’s just, well, that’s the thing. We were all good. Man, we were so good when we were good. And I — I dunno, maybe I’m, like totally out of left field here. Kaphewwwww! Heheh — ahem. But. I miss us. I miss you.

Right, I know. My timing kind of sucks. But when did we ever play by the rules? So it’s summer! Where do you think berry crisps come from? Could anything scream “conceived on a beach blanket” louder? And gratins? I know for a fact that you don’t think they’re just for potatoes and butternuts. Not after that spectacular dinner in the summer of ’07. You know the one I mean.

Anyway, you’d never be so small-minded. You’re better than that. We’re better than that.

So. Please. Call me back. Just to talk. Or maybe I’ll swing by sometime with dinner and dessert, if you think that’d be okay.

blueberry crumble

 

  • Jill

    once again, thoroughly enjoyed reading your blog! :o) makes me realize how long its been since I’ve seen you! LOL! but don’t fret… I was still able to “hear” your voice while reading through…

    the food looks YUMMY as usual… and I’m waiting for my oven to drop off a delicious meal like that…
    oh wait… total lie. I think I’m waiting for YOUR oven to drop it by! LOL!

    xoxo
    j.ReplyCancel

  • Fun to read and, yes, inspiring. Thanks! Am most appreciative.ReplyCancel

  • […] funny. Read the whole thing, here. Also there is a reward at the end, a delicious-looking recipe for a swiss chard gratin…mmm […]ReplyCancel

  • Haha. Thanks for the fund read
    As for me, I bake bread year round so we’re on good terms. :)ReplyCancel

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