I’m Berry Gallette
It’s Saturday night, 11.34PM, and like every self respecting New York gay over 30 I’m… making a Berry Gallette. I’ll be such a good husband one day. When I told friends earlier tonight that I was planning on making Berry Gallettes, one of them pointed out what a fierce drag name that would be. Berry Gallette. Anyway, I would like to dedicate this late night Berry Gallette to Martha Stewart’s beloved Paw Paw, even though it’s a Julia Child recipe that Dwayne sent to me and Martha and Julia probably shouldn’t be mixed together because it would be like mixing soy milk and regular milk. And drinking it. Gross, right?
The gallette is in the oven now. Let me check. It doesn’t look like I imagined it. Okay, look, I’m sure that everything will be fine. Probably I should stop opening the oven every five minutes. It’s sizzling now. Sounds like bacon. Sizzling. Maybe I forgot a step or something. Nevermind, everything is fine.
The Berry Gallette looks absolutely divine. I like how you photographed your sequence of events, I feel like I could smell it & take it right off the page. Yummy. But I do agree with you, mixing Martha & Julia is like mixing soy milk & regular milk ( I prefer soy), or in Julia’s case mixing Sherry & Vodka.