Christiana George
Salad
Slow-Roasted Tomatoes, and other Weekend Stories
This weekend was beautiful, warm but not hot, today especially. So I took a break from the kitchen.I bought grapes, the first of the...
Dessert
Honey Thyme Ice Cream, And A Countdown
If you follow me on Pinterest, you’ll have noticed that the activity on my Wedding board has increased lately (mostly because it used to consist of...
Salad
Quinoa With Corn, Mint, And Scallions, Or, Think of The Peasants Linda!
I pride myself on how cleanly I can eat corn on the cob. In one miraculous maneuver (if I do say so myself), my...
Recipes
Brioche Hamburger Buns, Or Let’s Get That Grill Fired Up
I don’t know about you, but I’ve always viewed hamburger buns as purely functional things. They’re receptacles, carb-wrappers, so you don’t get your hands...
Beverages
Limeade, Or Vigilance and Other Defensive Measures
Would you mind if I talked weather right now? I ask this because a) this is only my second blog post and I don’t...
Recipes
Beet Carrot Slaw, Or in Keeping with This Season’s Fashion Trends
So much of what people know about food is derived from their growing-up experiences. In my particular case, spicy Sichuan fare was often on...
Recipes
Louisiana Barbecue Shrimp, Or the Dual Senses of Splurging
When I was in college and hence a student on a budget, there were two restaurants that I reserved for special occasions. The first...
Salad
Grilled Kale with Ricotta and Tomatoes, Or Glutting Myself on The Sensory
Someone told me once that kale is the healthiest food on the planet. It’s been known to lower cholesterol, the risk of cancer, and...
Dessert
Whipped Ricotta with Mixed Berries, Or Reminiscing on Holidays Past
This Fourth of July, Chris and I will find ourselves alone, with nary a barbecue or picnic to attend. It’s a lonely position to...
Dessert
Swirls And Chocolate Peanut Butter Tarts
The same laws of nature that cause the half and half to swish through my iced coffee preside over the universe, and hence the...
About Me
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Welcome to The Tart Tart, my not-so-tart take on food, writing, and photography. I decided to start up this sucker after repeated nagging from Chris, my fiance, who cannot understand why the sight of a farmer’s market would send me into ecstatic convulsions (okay, total overstatement. I can be quite the histrionic at times).With that said, my interests, though chiefly in food, also span fashion, design, literature, and photography. So don’t mind the seemingly non sequitur odds and ends I toss in posts at times.
