My retired neighbor that lives behind us has started throwing buckets of bird seed on the ground and in the middle of her backyard. I’ve never seen this approach to feeding birds before. I get a view into her retired days through my kitchen window because I’m often in the kitchen. Now a few mornings a week, there are more black birds than I can count ascending on our neighborhood, swooping in and out in coordinated hoards. It’s like a Hitchcock film or Game of Thrones, depending on how far back you like to take your references. My sister-in-law is frightened of birds, she once grabbed my arm when a bird flew into frame at the movies, so I’ve thought about approaching our neighbor and telling her we just can’t have this in case she comes over. More realistically, though, I’ll say nothing and continue to call Marc over to the window when a new hoard flies in.
If I ever had the nerve to talk birds with my neighbor, maybe I could bring a slice of this tiramisu as my white flag. It’s certainly special enough to mend fences and win friends. I may have gotten a little carried away with the photos on this one, but this summer tiramisu is the no-bake dessert of my dreams. I brought it to a pool party and everyone played, “guess the fruit on top” because the apricots were so vibrant that people didn’t think they were real apricots.
The more classic tiramisu I make uses egg yolks blended into mascarpone and the lady fingers are dipped in a mixture of coffee and rum. This summer version is kid and pregnant lady friendly with a mix of mascarpone and whipped cream as the filling while the lady fingers are dipped in orange juice for a bright and sweet flavor. There’s barely any sugar in the cream to balance out the sweetness from the orange juice-soaked lady fingers and ripe fruit. Use whatever summer fruit that looks good at the market and you’ll have a winning dessert. And you never know, it just might help you talk things out with your bird-loving neighbor.