PIstachio cake with cherries, peaches and chocolate

pistachio crumb cake with cherries, peaches and chocolate

pistachio crumb cake with cherries, peaches and chocolate

Saturday storytelling time is back! And the crowd goes wild! I missed a week, and I can’t tell you how many calls and letters I’ve gotten from people who wanted it back. Well, I can tell you: it was precisely none, not one more or less. But I felt a little bad about not getting my story done, even though I know it obviously doesn’t matter. I just couldn’t focus on it, which I’ll blame on the weather and the boys, and maybe the dog, too. But I think that’s the whole point of writing every day or every week…you press on through, because the ideas are always there and the words are always there, even if it feels as though you can’t easily access them. The more you write the more you write, and this applies to all things. Anyway! We’re back, and as I’m sure you recall, this is the day I post a found photo, and invite everybody to write a story about it. I post mine after the jump, and you could have yours there, too, if you feel like writing one!

Here’s today’s picture. Why is this man at the train station? Where is he going? Where is he coming from?
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pistachio crumb cake with cherries, peaches, and chocolate chips

pistachio crumb cake with cherries, peaches, and chocolate chips

This was my birthday cake! I did a splurgy shop before my birthday and bought cherries and pistachio kernels, and I decided I wanted to combine them in a cake. The pistachio kernels were salted, so the cake has a nice salty-sweet quality. Some of the pistachios were ground very fine and mixed into the cake, and some were left crunchy, and sprinkled on top with brown sugar and butter. Basically I couldn’t decide if I wanted a fruit crisp or a cake, so I made both. I wanted to make brown sugar vanilla ice cream to go with this, but the heat lately has been too much for my freezer, so the ice cream maker didn’t work. We poured the chilled custard over the cake, and it was really lovely! The boys called it sweet soup.

Here’s Waiting for a Train by Mississippi John Hurt.

Story and recipe after the jump.

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