Do you know that mid-summer feeling? And by that I mean the slight panicky feeling at the thought of days that once seemed stretched out like the never ending horizon, rapidly dwindling down to a precious few. The comforting feeling of countless days ahead, which once seemed like way more than enough, to recapture-to accomplish all of those summer things you dream about? I know that feeling. I felt it months ago. And then, through that cruel trick of time that continues to sneak up on me every year, that never ending horizon slams into the unstoppable wall of August.
I still have a lot of summer stuff to do. YIKES! is all I can say.
Salad is my dinner choice when I have only myself to nourish and my own taste buds to please. It's a simple, beautiful thing, easy breezy, and capable of endless variation. What follows then, is not so much a recipe, but an account of a culinary creation on a sultry evening in late July with only the stars as my dinner guests.
I still have stuff to do. You probably have stuff to do, too. But here's the thing, I made this tart: it doesn't just taste like summer, it also simulates the illusion of summer. Lemony desserts snag me somehow, all that yellow sunshiney lemon and white fluffy cloud meringue and the taste is big enough to fill all those summer day memories as seen from the perspective of late-May...filling even the stretched out never ending horizon. Now that it's almost August, I don't have much in the way of a final masterpiece to show, but this tart comes close. High falutin as it may sound, this tart is a dream to make [easy peasy, lemon squeezey]. Just dump all the ingredients for the crust into a food processor [it doesn't even need to be rolled out and gently lifted into the pan], cook up the custard, whip up the meringue and chill [you and the tart].
lemon meringue tart