The pizza class I took last summer is finally paying off! I got a bunch of great pizza supplies for Christmas, and Adam and I are putting them to good use. My dough is so much better (I used to just buy it from Whole Foods), I love the sauce. The key is setting the oven as high as it will go and putting the pizza stone (in our case a pizza steel) in the oven for an hour to heat up. Then we cook the pizzas right on the steel.
I go a little overboard sometimes with the adventures. I love trying new things, and since Hannah’s arrival that desire has kicked into overdrive. Which is how the two of us ended up raspberry picking a week ago.
The Berry Farm in Colts Neck (right behind Delicious Orchards) has black raspberries in season now. Last Wednesday we had a late start because we finally got an attic fan installed! It’s made a huge difference to the upstairs air conditioning, I highly recommend it. Anyway, the farm isn’t open every day. It closes for a couple of days at a time to allow the berries to ripen, and you really have to get there first thing in the morning on picking day to get anything. But, of course, I didn’t know this so Hannah and I rolled up around 3pm bright-eyed and ready for adventure. The owner looked like he just wanted to pat me on the head, and then he handed me a tiny Chinese takeout container and told me to go pick $4 worth of raspberries to make something for dessert tonight.
Oh. My. Heavens. I heard about Spellbound Girl’s Taste! truffles on the Elvis Duran Show at the end of April, and I ordered some that day. Red Velvet, Cookie Dough, and Dark Chocolate. I’d actually completely forgotten about them, they take 2-3 weeks to shop. And then when I got home today they were waiting to surprise me. And I am in truffle decadence heaven. Seriously, Adam better get home soon or there won’t be any left to share. Go get you some, right now.
I had the best time running around Lancaster County last week with my in-laws. I think I had more fun in Amish country than anyone else, it was Orange Room heaven. You wouldn’t believe the fabric prices out there! And all the homemade jams and other goodies. Plus hand-dyed yarn from local sheep? How have I not been back out there since I was a kid??
And yes, we did make some childish jokes about being in Intercourse, PA. Read more on Lancaster, PA…