45/ 43/ 36/ 60/ 37/ 62
A cupcake packed in its own little traveller, which nearly but not quite survived the ride to A.’s backyard.
And, the pair of tarts I fixed for my mother’s birthday–pâte brisée with fresh custard cream and Ontario berries. The crust didn’t even shatter when I slid the pans away and portioned the tarts into eight.
The month isn’t over yet, and more birthdays lie ahead, along with a handful throughout September. Canada’s inhospitable winters are surely at the root of this seasonal population boom.