As of last night, we have a working oven.
To reward my hard-working husband, who brought this glorious moment to fruition, I am going to crack open a new cookbook. I bought it because the Barefoot Contessa said that it was her favorite new cookbook. In the kitchen, I do what she says. Success inevitably follows.
Huckleberry Cafe is a beloved Los Angeles hotspot, and the new Huckleberry cookbook from owner Zoe Nathan gives up the goods. It’s all fruit-filled crumbles and egg-topped melanges and brioches rolled around oozing blueberries.
Every page looks utterly diabolical. I cannot wait.
I also now require a trip to the Santa Monica bakery itself — a favorite of Reese Witherspoon and Jennifer Garner, to boot.
I believe I am going to start with the Blueberry Cornmeal Cake, reputed to be one of Huckleberry Cafe’s best-sellers. Look at this thing.
And then next week we can discuss the diet and exercise program I will begin, because this stress-eating comfort-food business is going to make for an unhappy summer.
But first, cake.