Roasted Grape Tart

Are you tired of hearing me talk about puff pastry yet? Yeah, I didn’t think so. Who could ever tire of the wonderfully flaky and butter filled pastry with its ability to create thousands of different culinary masterpieces?

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Today I bring you another use for puff. A recipe that is so simple while also being quite fancy and delicious.

Roasted Grape Tart. (click it for the recipe)

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I’m thankful for… (in no particular order)

  1. homemade white bread with sweet cream butter and honey.
  2. a new box of crayons.
  3. finding an old copy of Mrs. Piggly WIggly at Goodwill.
  4. the smile Roman flashes me every time our eyes meet.
  5. drinking lemon verbena/ mint tea with Baron.
  6. being able to support ourselves with careers created by our passions.
  7. Vosges dark chocolate covered dried mango with curry powder.
  8. my new African Blackwood tamper.
  9. Baron’s love of painting.
  10. conversations with Baron (2.5 years old) even if they don’t make sense.
  11. hot showers in the middle of the day.
  12. Peanut Buster Parfaits
  13. puff pastry.
  14. quiet evenings.
  15. Baron’s random beat boxing.
  16. Grandma’s pumpkin pie.
  17. Mom’s candied yams.
  18. homemade marshmallows in hot chocolate.
  19. Roman’s cupie tuft.
  20. Red Swedish fish.
  21. Barbapappa.
  22. My new red teapot.
  23. the sound of slurping (only when it is from Baron cleaning all the remnants of his chocolate ice cream).
  24. small furry puppies.
  25. baby’s breath (not the cheap rose bouquet accompaniment).
  26. knowing Jesus.
  27. heavy whipping cream.
  28. cold water on a hot day.
  29. you.
  30. studying sex in church.
  31. practicing what we learn.
  32. Midnight Moon.
  33. mechanical pencils
  34. used book sales.
  35. the Library.
  36. a husband who encourages all my crazy dreams.
  37. the color of Jade-ite.
  38. a Thanksgiving that includes my entire family.
  39. Roman’s chubby thighs.
  40. new friends.
  41. old friends.
  42. Popsicles.
  43. letterpress.
  44. creativity.
  45. a husband who doesn’t mock my “genius” ideas.
  46. health.
  47. Christmas playlists.
  48. Vicks VapoRub
  49. Baron adding an “s” to question becoming “squestion” as in “Mom, I have a squestion.”
  50. Honeycrisp Cider.
  51. salt.
  52. gift certificates.
  53. reading good books in warm beds.
  54. Amazon Wishlists.
  55. brown butter.
  56. finding handwritten notes in an old cookbook.
  57. perspective.
  58. whispering with Baron.
  59. anticipation.
  60. a home with a orange wall.
  61. passion.
  62. celebrating three thanksgivings.
  63. frozen Charleston chews.
  64. Stumptown coffee.
  65. a husband who, late at night, will go to the store to buy me some chocolate when I’m not even pregnant.
  66. not being pregnant.
  67. eggs from our chickens – when they are actually laying.
  68. being part of a family who loves and appreciates art in all its forms.
  69. tradition.
  70. Sharpie’s.
  71. this song.
  72. the critic in my head.
  73. young kids with early bed times.
  74. the Muppets singing Christmas Carols.
  75. PBS kid’s shows on crazy mornings.
  76. watching my sleeping boys.
  77. humor.
  78. homemade kettle corn (recipe coming soon).
  79. chocolate soup.
  80. having a lot to be thankful for.
  81. conversations that go well beyond the surface.
  82. learning.
  83. local farms.
  84. dreaming big.
  85. new cookbooks.
  86. passionate people.
  87. my favorite tv shows online.
  88. feather beds.
  89. having so many amazing photos of my beautiful babies.
  90. ice cream at the end of a long day.
  91. thoughtful gifts.
  92. seasonal coffee drinks.
  93. cheese. Most any kind.
  94. roasted cauliflower.
  95. my baby’s blue eyes despite being one quarter Mexican.
  96. sarcasm.
  97. sleep.
  98. Bellingham Farmer’s Market.
  99. green glasses.
  100. Top Pot Donuts.
  101. quiet mornings.
  102. warm robes.
  103. this blog. For  all it has taught me and all the incredible people who have become a part of my life because of it.

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