Did you forget about me, friends?
There's been lots of work to do this week, plus we've had a houseguest. Our little buddy Django came to stay with us, and Frances quickly schooled him in the way things go around here.
First, if you hear the clang of a pot or pan lid, vegetables being chopped, or the refrigerator door swing shut, run as fast as you can to the kitchen and assess the situation.
Once you determine the source of the sound, get underfoot and don't move until something drops.
As soon as something hits the floor, it's every dog for him/herself.
When you've scrounged whatever you can, repeat from the beginning.
It's been a joy to see them together. Makes us think of getting Frances a full-time sidekick.
Anyway, today I had the itch to do something with some dried apricots I picked up recently. Apricot bars seemed a natural fit, but I have found mixed luck with bar cookies. Remember when I made the crazy mango bars? They weren't bad but they weren't...good.
These apricot bars I whipped up, though, they were swell. I even included the walnuts, which is unusual for me. Usually I abhor nuts in baked things.
In a way, they almost seemed like less of a bar and more like a little cake sitting on shortbread. The top is cakey and delicate, and as I bit into it, I imagined eating one for breakfast the next day. But then you get down to the crumbly cookie base, and it's hard to persuade yourself that these really belong in breakfast territory.
Although, if people can eat steak and eggs for breakfast, why can't I eat a layered cake-on-cookie?
Give me one good reason.