First they came for the Brontosaurus, and I said nothing...

Turns out that Triceratops, which is everyone's favorite dinosaur (and by everyone, I mean me) isn't really it's own dinosaur. What we've been calling Triceratops for lo these many decades are just immature specimens of Torsaurus.

You know what? I'm not going to take this lying down. Fuck you, paleontology establishment! Up yours, Jack Horner! Triceratops aren't immature Torsaurus. Torsaurus are excessively mature Triceratops! That's right, you childhood-destroying mofos. You can have my Triceratops when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers.

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Right, so I think I've settled on what I'm bringing to the summer BBQ I'm attending on Saturday:

A big pile of double-smoked garlic bacon candied with maple and mustard.

Three fresh summer tarts, inspired by Clotilde Dusolier's recipe for "tarte fine aux courgettes jaunes, pate a tarte au yaourt".

I'm doing a gluten-free black sesame crust for all three. The one safe choice is going to be ricotta, basil and fresh Jersey tomato. Also I'm doing a ricotta, mint and zucchini tart with some lovely fresh thyme from my balcony spice garden, and the sweetest of the three will be a lavender, avocado and strawberry with a splash of balsamic and fresh ground pink peppercorn. If I can find a really mild goat's milk farmer's cheese I'll go with that, otherwise it's probably ricotta again.

I'll try to remember to take pictures.