It is with a heavy heart that I write this post.
My beloved camera, my baby, my heart, my love... is in the hospital.
Yes, I have entrusted my baby with the good doctors at the Best Buy Geek Squad.
Let's rewind. I had made a delicious dish of Korean Skirt Steak with grilled scallions that I wanted to photograph. I placed the dish on it's "set" (AKA, a wooden TV table set by the windows in my apartment. There. You know my secret), checked my lighting, and started to photograph. Everything looked blurry. I didn't panic, but instead again reminded myself that I really need to study more about photography and camera settings to get a good picture. I tried to adjust the focus of the camera. The lense wouldn't budge. No worries, this happens often. I took off the lense for a moment and replaced it back on the camera. Jammed. I started to slightly panic. I took off the lense and pute it back again. Nothing.
Full on panic mode set in.
"Baby!" I called to my boyfriend, Jack.
He ran into the living room, thinking I had cut, burned, or dropped something on myself, which is not out of the ordinary.
"My lense is jammed!"
He stared at me, blankly.
"I can't take pictures! It doesn't work!"
"Take it in to get it fixed." He said.
"It'll be at least two weeks to repair!" I exclaimed, feeling my heart rate rise and tears burning my eyes (I really am super dramatic).
He looked at me, still confused, still silent.
"It's my blog! I'll lose all of my readers! They'll never come back!"
"You'll be fine." He reassured me. "Take it in to get it fixed and it'll come back good as new. We'll find you another camera to use in the meantime."
Thank God for Jack, because otherwise, I'd constantly run around fretting and crying and shouting. I blame it in my background in theatre. I need to be in touch with my emotions! It's my excuse for everything.
I took my camera to Best Buy and showed the Geek Squad the damage. As I was talking, I placed my iPhone on the counter. My iPhone, by the way, is completely shattered from when I dropped it on the floor in Pier 1 because I was checking Facebook as I was shopping.
"Did you get that here, too?" the Geek Squad-der asked.
"No." I answered sheepishly, knowing that he probably thought I was just some girl who dropped things and broke things with wreckless abandon, which wouldn't be far from the truth.
"So what's the damage?" I asked, apprehensively.
"Two weeks. Probably three." He said sympathetically.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooo." (Really. I did say that. With that many "o"s.)
He laughed. "We'll call you when it's ready."
I sighed, collected my paperwork, and headed over to the Play Station "Rock Band" display, picked up a guitar, and drowned my sorrows with some kick ass guitar licks. Maybe people were judging me - an almost 28 year old girl (woman? I refuse to admit I'm an adult) rocking out to ACDC on a Saturday afternoon, but my heart felt no shame. Just sorrow for my dearly departed camera.
So here you see the last photos taken by my camera. And unfortunately, they are not that good. But what is that good? This tart. This tart is good. REALLY good. Like, I've made this three times in the past month, good. Amazing good.
I replaced the peanuts with hazelnuts and put a ring of candied pralines around the edge of the tart by melting 75 grams of sugar with 30 mL water and pouring it over 1/3 cup hazelnuts and then pulsing it in the food processor.
This tart is rich, velvety, and so luxurious and is definitely a top 5 Dorie dessert. If there was any dessert for my camera to go out on, this would be the one.