There were certainly “early hints of summer” this week. It was downright hot. Un véritable canicule, as they say. True dog days of summer two weeks before the arrival of summer.
Anyway, Michelle sought out the A.C. at our local supermarché, and when she did she came across the loveliest bunch of apricots. Sure, they were from California, but we can’t be too choosy around here—Quebec is not exactly known for its apricots. Plus, she was convinced it would make for an “early hint of summer,” an early taste of height-of-summer tastes to come.
She was right.
She whipped together a rustic apricot crostata and the results were fantastic, as you can see.
We thought it looked particularly cute packed into a pizza box for protection and for ease of delivery, but its container caused a bit of “is it savoury? is it sweet?” confusion when we brought it over to some friends.
Never mind. Everything got sorted out, and that apricot crostata made for a dreamy dessert.
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