Such a Tart!

 

Considered a tart by others, it looks to me as this latest recipe I’ve tried to emulate, has come out more like a lemon meringue melted in the afternoon sun.

On first appearances it looks gorgeous, the softly peaked cream ever so lightly touching the edges of the pastry, which draws the ideas to the while, crumbled meringue sitting on top the of rippled short crust pastry tartlet mould (did you really think I was that good of a cook?)

On top of the creamy mixture, there is a single raspberry, red as red can be that contrasts from all the whites and golden brown.

It looks like something out of a cafe, from a high tea, offered to you when the chamomile is sipped, maybe even in Paris, the granddaddy of pastries.

The first taste is... not like the orgasm I was looking for, was I expecting too much from it, or does it start off slow?

Not a good start from the tart.

I continue to eat it, how could I not? It’s to pretty to stand there, all alone, without a mouth to slowly take it down like a domino, bit by bit.

Lucky all food isn’t this good looking, I’d be in a spot of bother!

Getting better with each bite I must say, and getting closer to the lighthouse on the tart, the raspberry that is. I swallow and the lemon taste that mixes almost, in a sick manner with the cream and pastry isn’t that bad.

The pastry is soft, not melt in your mouth, but still tender, the cream and lemon crd mixture is rich but nevertheless, against the party a good mix.

The raspberry, a little sour added a little zing to the mix, perhaps another fruit could be tried next time? Candied orange slices?

Almost finished the tart, its container slowly getting emptier than it had been when I last picked up the tart.

You can’t have too many of these babies, too rich and perhaps like loving a bad boy, all you end up getting after too many of them is the feeling of sickness in the heart, or the stomach.

Perhaps they are not the recipe that I was looking for, but as I like to say... another day, another recipe (disaster, or achievement, however you cook).