I have a certain amount of fame here in the small town of Tehachapi. Even though, up until recently, I wasn't getting many comments on this blog, I would get comments in person, since most of my entries were copies of my column in Tehachapi's Loop newspaper. Others had seen me read some of my poetry at various open mics around town. (Brighthouse might have some available on their On Demand channel that were taped at Fiddler's Crossing.) And others have seen and enjoyed plays that I have written that were performed at our Playwright's Festival.
But some know of some of my other accomplishments. For the past couple years I've been taking baked goods down to the Kern County Fair. And so, I am also an award wining baker. Two years ago I got a ribbon for my Mixed Berry Pie. (I only correct people when they mistakenly say it got first. I try to introduce it merely as award winning. And fourth is still pretty good.)
Just recently a friend had a birthday and requested that pie for the festivity. Which can be seen in all its crusty glory in the picture here. Now I am exposed to a tiny (and insignificant) degree of sexism by many people that are surprised that I bake pies. But after all the affidavits are signed and notarized people are impressed by both the fact that I bake pies and how very good they actually taste.
Within only a few minutes of this pie being cut, it was gone, with a few of the party goers missing out and having to make due with lesser desserts. And the pie pan was virtually licked clean.
But a much smaller number of people know my cooking first hand. There are poets' pot lucks and a few other friends, but most never get to try anything except the desserts. Just this last weekend, just the two of us, tried something completely new to us. Crepes Milanese. These are really simple but tasty. Crepes in a ramekin with prosciutto and egg. Baked then topped with a couple pieces of asparagus and Parmesan cheese.
Now I've got to stop thinking about food... It's not even lunchtime yet. So back to writing...
Drat! I need a snack. Writing can wait just a little longer. Right?