Monkeying Around with The Mombogombo Tart

I had an urge the other day for a Mombogombo Tart. The only problem was, that there is no such thing.

Or rather, if there is I don’t know about it. There was no recipe to be found in any place I looked and nobody else had ever heard of it (except for one guy who I think was kidding).

The Mombogombo Tart was only in my mind. It was a figment of my imagination, hovering with sweet sympathy in the mists of unreality, until I should be able to grasp it somehow and make it real. And then, as these things happen, my friend Lori (of the blog Accro) started to get hungry for a Mombogombo Tart, too.

Therefore, it is imperative we put our minds to creating this thing.

Every recipe starts with someone playing with their food. Our task is to create a Mombogombo Tart. And when you’ve created it (since I am hungry and waiting for Mombogombo Tarts) please bring it to me!

Now . . . your own Mombogombo Tart might be a pastry. It might be any Thing, really, that can be eaten. Or ~ since all the things we eat are not made of food but rather they can be made of words, or of visual art ~ your Mombogombo Tart might be a story, a poem, a word picture, or a piece of art or photography.

The one thing that must exist in every Mombogombo Tart – in order to have some common bond with other Mombogombo Tarts (and also because the last post was about dairy cows and somehow dairy cows are linked to Mombogombo Tarts in my mind) is milk. Milk must somehow be a part of your Mombogombo Tart.

I’m going to create my Mombogombo Tart sometime over the next few days, and will post it as a comment to this post. I hope you’ll bring me some more Mombogombo Tarts (just post them as a comment with a link). There is no time limit, because of course! Mombogombo Tarts can not be rushed.

If there are enough tarts to make a gathering, I’ll tag this post as a Page, for posterity.

For who knows, the world might just be waiting with anxious eyes, hungry just for a Mombogombo Tart, just like I am.

Will you answer this call to action?!

Living la Vida Weekend, Postcards From The Dinner Table in a Foodie Way

Some people don’t want to do facebook. I don’t know why. Maybe they want to have a few moments of free time, or maybe they don’t want to fall into the morass that is called ‘social media’ or maybe they are sane.

For those of you who refuse to enter the doors of time-sucking doom to read the facebook page attached to this blog, here’s a round-up of the week’s photos and links inspired by the daily postcard.

From berry to cake . . .

The cake is a home style simplified version of Lenotre’s Strawberry Cake, viewed below

If you go on a picnic you might want to make some ratatouille. Kittens like it.

It goes well with sausage bread (which kittens also like!)

Now, on to the topic of chewing.

‘Fear
less, hope more; Eat less, chew more; Whine less, breathe
more; Talk less, say more; Love more, and all good things will be
yours’ – Swedish
Proverb

And here is MFK Fisher on the food I think of when I think of a food that does not need to be chewed

What other writer do¬† you know – who could make ‘milk toast’ sound and feel the way she did?

Here, we learn about icemen of the olden days

And here we hear a scary story about ice being used in an unusual way

There is a beautiful ice palace with a dreadful secret . . .

1878 – Valery Ivanovich Jacobi

And the final thought for the week is summed up, for musing upon till something better comes along to muse upon

‘Tea to the English is really a picnic indoors’ – Alice Walker

Ciao, bellas! Enjoy the weekend!

x K

In Apple (Custard) Pie Order

ap pie fin

close up fin

end fin

Here is the pie I baked for you, Benjamin. I hope you like it!

It tasted delicious to me, and not least of all because of the words that were running through my mind.

There is a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine is drunk.

Written, of course by M.F.K. Fisher, who saw the effects and happenings of the WWII (a bit too close for comfort)!

Cheers! I’m glad I met you.

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There’s a party going on at Vintage Postcards today! I’m sending a piece of pie to everyone there!