Moving onto a lighter note - as should we all with negative news popping up left and right - allow me to present several creations of the week:
I shall forewarn about my auntie-esque attributes: Scoring two stalks of celery for $2.59 was my most glorious grocery-running moment last week. This boast-worthy endeavour was then quickly put to use with none other than the first recipe to emerge under SK's "celery" category. Shallots were an unexpectedly wonderful touch; Dijon mustard was swapped for wasabi and boiled potatoes were added for substance.
French pastries adopt very precise shapes, with very specific contours, which, in turn, demand very particular apparatus. At the mention of brown butter, my mind tends to drift towards financiers (Third Wave's financier, to be exact), then to my own attempt, and then to the possibility of crafting financiers in madeleine molds (how sacrilegious! I know, I know.)
At least, there was pizza to save the day (feat. a pizza paddle acquired nearly half a decade prior and promptly forgotten upon its entry into the house).
This was enjoyed while hermitting indoors, unboxing a much-needed package from Nature Republic and securely shielded from the repulsiveness that is thirty-degrees-plus-humidity weather.