last weekend, we were invited to a bbq at a friend’s parent’s house and when we asked if we could bring something, dessert was requested. it was a very fortuitous request, because my dad had just sent me the recipe for a blueberry tart from the new york times (thanks, dad!), and i was waiting to make it for a group so mike and i wouldn’t consume the whole dessert ourselves.
on the morning of the bbq, we awoke early to the sound of mike’s cell phone alerting him to a technical issue with his company’s servers. mike rarely drives these days (he commutes to work on a bike), so we had lent his car out to his sister while hers was in the shop earlier in the week, and thus he headed over the hill in my car to fix the issue. i could have called her and asked for a ride to the store to obtain the ingredients for the tart, or for that matter, i could have called any of my other family members and friends dotted across the west side of santa cruz. but since the day was sunny and i needed some exercise, i decided to strap on my tennies and walk to the store. before leaving, i took one last thorough read-through of the recipe and realized that the dough needed to chill for 30 mins before baking. i had all the ingredients for the crust on hand, so i set to work making the dough, then stuck it in the freezer, grabbed my list and headed out listening to this american life on my ipod.
