I love traditions. And right now, I don't know about you, but I could do with a tradition or two; to ground me, keep me going, feel close to the people that I can't be close to. Every Easter, I generally insist upon the following: 1 Easter egg hunt, 1 batch of chocolate Mini Egg nests, 1 egg dying session. [for brunch egg-cracking]. Given all that's going on, one will suffice.
A galette is basically the hipster version of a tart. It is imperfect to perfection, rustic to the point of being refreshingly contemporary. And was the ultimate trend setter. Until everybody caught on. It also just so happens to be the easiest seasonally-adapting hack to entertaining. Don’t have a tart tin? Galette. Don’t have perfectly just-ripe fruit or veg? Galette. Don’t have hours to prep? Galette. Don’t want to hear more reasons? Galette.
Talking about transformation has never seemed quite so pertinent. March is the month that signifies the turning of seasons. Those long dreary Winter days are almost over. The days are getting longer, daffodils are shinning happy yellow faces in parks, grass has replaced mud and the need to wear a beanie along with 7 other layers is less necessary. It's safe to say Spring is finally here.