Maybe my last post put me in a nostalgic mood. Or maybe the Friends final episode was a re-run on TBS tonight. Or maybe it was the impromptu happy hour I had with a friend from high school (read: 2 generous pours of Old Vine Zinfandel at midtown's Capitol Grille) -- but there's something really comforting about spending time with old friends. The friends who knew (and loved) you before you discovered routine brow waxes. The friends who didn't judge you for wearing capri pants from The Limited and anything from Abercrombie & Fitch circa 1999. The friends who came over to your house after school to hang, who knew your parents, and who giggled for hours on the phone when your crush asked you to Prom.
We meet friends at every life stage, but the friends who've watched you grow up are few and very dear. You don't try to impress these friends. You don't watch your mouth with these friends. You don't change back into your work heels to meet them for a quick drink after a long Monday. And catching up with one that you haven't seen in months (or years) feels a little like coming home. I've been totally missing my fam lately, and though Miss Izzy fills the void it was really nice to leave work for "one" "quick" drink tonight and get a little home fix. Thanks, Mark :)
Coincidentally this weeks Tuesday with Dorie recipe brought me home with its chocolate/raspberry goodness. My very #1 most favorite ice cream growing up was Chocolate Raspberry Truffle from the ice cream shop near our house and the pudding-ish consistency of this tart makes the fruit and chocolate flavors meld perfectly. I used all bittersweet chocolate, left the egg white out of the tart crust (maybe not on purpose, whoops), took the sugar down to 1 tbsp., and didn't edge the crust up the sides of the pan enough. Tart crust seems to elude me and this one was far from perfect -- but still tasted great.