With my tomato bounty, and a dark, rainy day, I decided to bake up a tomato zucchini tart. I just winged it, based a bit on the zucchini parmigiana I’ve made a couple of times this summer, and it turned out to be not just pretty but delicious (basic quiche crust filled with a couple of thin layers of tomato, zucchini, garlic, scallions, bread crumbs, olive oil, mozzarella; recipe posted in comments, below). John will be happy to cash in for dinner while Nathan and I are at baseball (if we’re not rained out). With a scrap of leftover dough I also made a small fruit tart, again winging it, this time filling the crust with sliced peaches, blueberries, sprinkle of sugar, few dots of butter. Gathered the crust up around the edges and baked it on a baking sheet until browned and bubbly. It’s yummy.
My left foot is unfortunately doughy-looking as well… I believe I injured it jumping rope, a few weeks ago, and I’ve been whining and limping around while it’s continued to hurt and be puffy, so I finally went in to urgent care today for an x-ray. No fracture that they could see, I just need to stay off it as much as I can for a few weeks, including not standing. Ouch. That’s tough. I stand for a good portion of the day, of course, hello, cooking? Sigh. I guess it’s not a good sign for the ol’ foot that I got the instructions to stay off it, then immediately came home and started baking tarts. Ha. I’ve always chafed under must-do commands of any sort, but I particularly enjoy it when I rebel against myself.