I think it’s time for a small confession. I toyed with starting a food blog for at least a solid year or two before penning (typing?) the first post here. Looking back it seems silly, but not in the least bit surprising, to have waited that long to do something I’ve grown to enjoy so much. I am, and always have been, ruled by a frustrating mixture of perfectionism, procrastination and self-doubt. Putting forth anything into the world that’s short of my admittedly narrow and stringent view of perfection can be agonizingly difficult, almost painful.
I’ll take nearly any excuse to spend an afternoon baking for an appreciative audience, so when my dear friend Lashley invited Andrew and I to visit for Picnic Day in Davis a week and a half ago I knew that I needed a few tasty treats up my sleeve. The lineup: lemon bars, fudge, and a chocolate pretzel tart. Lemon bars and fudge are well-loved standbys that I’ve made countless times and knew wouldn’t fail me, so I decided to take a (minor) risk by baking my first tart. I had been eyeing this recipe for quite a while; the seductive combination of salty pretzels, creamy almond butter and dark chocolate brought it to the top of a ever-expanding queue of recipes to make ASAP*.