Look at these and WEEP.
I haphazardly saw this picture Friday night and had to initiate a plan — to infiltrate the ranks of a bake sale and surreptitiously purchase one galette (out of 4) out from others. After all, the nectarines filling are from Chef Kleiman’s very own backyard, as documented on her KCRW blog.
This folded pie was worth every penny. After the second serving, I wanted to cry for the schmuck who paid $5 for a cupcake/brownie/nut bar/insert-inane-home-baked-crap-here, but was too short-sighted to purchase this outwardly pricey “white nectarine +blackberry w/ butter custard” galette. Retail value: $35. Nectarine from Chef K’s backyard straight to green/charcoal granite home countertop: priceless.
Words from this ESL kid can not describe what transpired while swallowing pieces of this transcendental pastry. Chalk it up to a personal love of nectarines and white peaches? Chalk it up to celebrity chef gawking through tongue usage? Or perhaps it was the gooey buttery white custard that hugged all the fruits in the galette, perhaps it was just that there was even a galette from the kitchen I knew was closed (having driven by twice enroute to pickup and deliver this pizza box). Maybe it was the accompanying cappuccino pulled from the exact espresso machine sitting, unused, in my garage for the last 6 months. Whatever. The stars aligned this weekend.
Thanks to DTAB for the angelic galette rescue. Thanks to Infinite Fress for allowing me to sully their DSLR with foodiot pictures. And doubly thanks to Team Fress for not “making” me eat the “football” sized pie all by myself.