Someday, I’ll be able to make a proper French tart. One that looks pretty AND tastes good all at the same time, instead of one or neither of those things.
In the meantime, I’ll be washing dishes. Lots and lots of dishes, while glaring at my conveniently broken dishwasher. And my confounded tart pan.
I used to joke with my British husband, the man to whom anything placed between two crusts is good eating, that I went to Cambridge and we are 20K poorer because I needed to learn to make pie crust.
It's still hit or miss on the execution, but I'm great on theory!
Give me savory anyday.
Posted by: jo | August 01, 2007 at 06:41 AM
I dunno, I've always found dishwashing soothing. But since I usually had no choice but to wash dishes, maybe that evolved as a defense mechanism.
Posted by: Jim | August 01, 2007 at 04:19 PM
Jim: What a handy defense mechanism. My defense mechanism is to cry. It gets the dishes wet, but that's about it.
Jo: I can do American pies, oddly. Sometimes, Italian pies. But call it French and put it in a tart pan, and I'm screwed every time.
Posted by: Tammy | August 01, 2007 at 10:02 PM
Your tart is sooo beautiful sooo where's the recipe? sorry i couldnt find it.. I stumbled upon your web site looking for tomato diseases? weird but im glad i found you, Im a foodie and love cookbooks too always looking for new recipe with lots of flavor and spices, thank you p.s. my diswasher is broken too such a bummmmer..
Posted by: rachel parenteau | July 24, 2010 at 04:24 PM