Somehow I've managed to: find speculoos, bake two quiches, eat a pound of beets (!), watch seven films in theaters, avoid the slumps, and read two books- all before the span of a week. Based on "productivity" alone, I'd say things are on the up and up. Sure, glancing at a map of Paris continues to grip my heart, I can't find figs anywhere, and I am not yet zipping around town in a hunter green e-type roadster. I'll settle for upstate New York, grapes/olives/challah, and the bus.
quiche #1: grilled onion cauliflower (the generous pat of dijon mustard as the first layer is not to be taken lightly), using Julia Child's perfect pâte brisée recipe (this seems to deviate slightly from the version in the book?; the pastry dough page in my copy is coated lightly in a caked layer of flour)
quiche #2: (not pictured), used the superb dijon/grilled onions combination, gathered what I could from the icebox, sauteed spinach with an ample amount of shallots (must also recommend Julia's recipe, which I have memorized fondly), mixed with gruyère and parmesan following the wet ingredients from the aforementioned recipe; the result: impossibly good