I think I may officially be a grown-up.
I rushed through a department store to buy socks and (practical) underwear today. I met with a speech therapist concerned with my kindergartener’s inability to properly say his Ls. I talked to neighbours about the parent council meeting. And when grandma took the boys to soccer, instead of getting some work done in the quiet house, I was more motivated to do something with the tower of potatoes and bunches of kale that needed using. Thus, Mike and I ate potato and kale galette for dinner, with a glass of zinfandel, and I was excited about it. Even though I ate at my desk and he in front of Dr. Who.
(Also? I’m very excited about these glasses. I got them at Nood. Guess how much? Six for a dollar. Six! One dollar. I’m totally done with stemmed wineglasses. They are not at all practical for curling up on couches or reading books in bed. They’re awkward to store and always look spotty.)
This galette looks scary – and it kind of is. But once you’ve done it, it’s not so big a deal. If you have a mandoline (my fingers are afraid of them) it will make slicing easy – but if you have a spanking new Japanese knife, it will be a snap. It works best if you have a nice big, heavy cast iron skillet – even better if you have two – one will make the bottom crisp and golden while the other weighs it down on top. I put a plate on top to invert it, and both times the bottom layer stuck to the pan, but then lifted off easily. No biggie. Just don’t make it on a night when you have people over who may be concerned with aesthetics and whom you want to impress. (Why are they over, anyway?)
It’s totally fine without cheese, but would be even finer with, I think. Crumbled goat or feta in with the kale, or grated Parmesan anywhere and everywhere. Don’t forget lots of garlic. I’m eating it as I type.
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