My mom made a Plum Galette.
I blame my mom for my fervid passion for food. And my brother. And food itself. Mainly my mom, though.
I use “blame” loosely. Very loosely. So loosely that it may actually mean something other than an incrimination, but a perpetual gratefulness for such an exposure to exquisite food.
Foods like Plum Galette.
I love this type of dessert. Crusty, buttery and not too sweet. The plums are juicy and perfectly accentuated with a hint of lemon.
What else could you ask for?
A cup of sugarless Italian espresso is an acceptable (and encouraged) answer.