I’m jet lagged. I set my alarm this morning for 6:02 am, which by my body’s clock, aka Montana time, is 4:02 am. So bear with me.
One of the (MANY) reasons I was so super excited to go to Montana was not on only to see my sister, but to cook with her. We enjoy cooking together, and because we are going on a super sweet vacation over the holidays this year, we will not be cooking. So to compensate, we made some pretty awesome Poached Pear Puff Tarts.
We headed north last weekend due to the passing of a very beloved family member. Brian’s Uncle Sher passed away after a long and courageous fight with Parkinson’s Disease. It’s really bittersweet, because he was such an amazing person, but it’s somewhat comforting to know he’s not suffering anymore.
Graciously, Brian’s sister’s in-laws (did you follow that?) let us descend upon their farm for an evening to break up the 8 hour trip. So how do you say thank you to people who open up their home in a time of need?… You bake for them! Duh…
Krissy in the Kitchen 