[non]adventures with pate brisse

I am posting so I don't give in to temptation.  I am posting so I don't prematurely cut into my crostatas and waste all my hard work.  Boredom makes me cook, friends...such is the way with boring little me.  I have no imagination, but I have great ambitions.  Tonight I was meant to go to the gym, then come home to attack the bunch of garlic scapes I bought at the market, make myself stir-fry for dinner, then bake the hell out of some leftover fruit.  Not so.

Plan got kiboshed but quick not two miles from work to home.  An annoying motor vehicle accident that jams up traffic on a godawful bridge that is normally already jammed did not make the road home easy.  Yeah, yesterday was the cluster near Seven Corners, today was the stupidity on the Roosevelt Bridge.  Curses to you city traffic!  Anyhow: serious digression!

I was too annoyed by the time I got home to even consider going to the gym and I wasn't hungry yet, so I reasoned that I'd make the crostatas first.  And I conveniently forgot to thaw out my leftover pate brisse this morning, so I had to make some from scratch.  No matter!  Look at the pretty results!  (First from my effort earlier this week -- peach-cherry pie -- and then tonight's effort, still bubbling and everything!)0

This was my first attempt at a lattice-top.  Who knew dough could be so damn ornery?

The first is a cherry, the second, peach.  See similar themes through this week?  I don't know why I buy so much fruit.  I've also got a ton of lychees...but you don't exactly bake lychees, even if they are amazing.

So tired.  Won't be able to eat any of the crostatas tonight, and now too tired to make stir-fry.  But!...I did get a chance to clean up the garlic scapes, and will hopefully be making the stir-fry and perhaps a pesto tomorrow.  I have such big plans for a Friday night, no? 

Bonus pic from a rare day playing tourist -- which seems timely -- that I found on my camera:

If I never have to go to the American History Museum again, it will be too soon.  Dudes, it's a place that validates my disdain for teenagers...may I never have one of my own.