Tonight's words of wisdom come from the not quite as miserable as he's often presented Samuel Beckett. I've been reading a book of conversations "With and About Beckett." In fact, I was reading it with an afternoon beer earlier.
When I got bored of reading, I got back in the kitchen and made a tofu ricotta and summer squash tart:
This was inspired by the amazing Jess Scone, who automatically wins because hers was a pizza! But, yeah, this was pretty gross. I saw her post and had to make it. I remembered I had a pie crust in the freezer, I ran out and bought squash at the farmer's market, picked the basil and thyme from our little fire escape garden, carmelized some onions, (the tomatoes were store-bought, I'll admit; another reason Jess wins) whipped up a lemony tofu ricotta, and baked the sucker.
And, well, I'm pretty sure that the crust having been in the freezer so long was tainted with so much freezer smell and general jostling (you can see its missing some crust) that it ruined the flavor of everything. What a waste.
But I'm probably going to eat the rest of it; that's the tragic comedy of life that Beckett wrote about (okay, well, maybe issues deeper than dinner). And tomorrow's dinner, I'll "try again. Fail again. Fail better."
What are you reading?