Before I begin. I have to show you something very important. This past week we had numerous days in the low-100s. I say "low" because it makes me feel better. I'm sure it's hotter somewhere towards the center of the earth, but right now its difficult to fathom.
In my new apartment there's an invisible force that prevents the air-con all the way at the back of the adjacent living room from getting to the kitchen. I think the kitchen, beautiful as it is with its ruby red cabinet doors, is like a petri dish. Instead of growing bacteria, however, it multiplies heat like some infectious disease or toxic mold. This information will become particularly important later in the story. Doesn't look menacing does it? Force fields are very deceptive.
No doubt these purply plums will make you feel a little cooler. They're so juicy and round. More round than the bowl they're nestling in, actually. (Bowl made by yours truly.)
The dough seemed to go from brittle to goopy in a matter of seconds. I cursed the lack of central heat and air and worked quickly to keep it from getting to sticky. I kept the dough on the plastic wrap it had been chilled in to make it easier to transfer to the sheet.
Once transferred, I took off the plastic, quickly poured in and assembled my plums, and started folding over the increasingly flimsy dough.
Galette is supposed to be rustic, it's from the French countryside, after all.
However, this is some kinda rustic. I brushed it with a water and egg mixture and popped it in the often before it completely disintegrated.
Once baked it maintained its rusticity but I'd say it's not too shabby. Non?
I whisked up some whipping cream with a little sugar and almond extract and dolloped it (a lot) with the stuff, which also immediately disintegrated. Imagine that. It tasted pretty good though. The plums were more tart than expected, but the cream rounded it out and the crust was nice and buttery. If you're in a humid climate (and when am I not in one) then its advisable to eat it all right away. I didn't though. I promise.