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pear and almond tart

pear and almond tart

Everyone likes a bit of tart even if they don’t want to admit it. I do. I brought this tart to work once to share it with my colleagues(pears provided by Viv).  The result was my tart dish dissapeared.  Weird.

pear and almond tart

pear and almond tart

Pear and almond tart

Ingredients

for the pastry

1 glass of flour

1/2 pack of butter (or margarine)

2 eggs

2 spoons of sugar

 

for the filling

4-5 ripe pears

2 eggs

100 ml soya cream (or single)

half a glass of ground almonds

1/3 glass of vanilla sugar (or sugar and 4 spoons of vanilla essence)

2-3 spoons of apricot jam

 

1. Make the pastry by mixing all ingredients. Add few spoons of cold water or more flour if you need to. Leave to chill in the fridge for half an hour.

2. Take the pastry out of the fridge, dust with more flour, roll it out on a floured surface. Butter flan dish, line it with pastry. Stab the pastry with a fork, bake for 15-20 minutes in 180 C.

3. Take the pastry out of the oven. Mix almonds, eggs, sugar and cream. Slice peeled pears. Arrange them in a dish, pour egg, cream and almonds mixture over the pears. Bake in the oven for another 20-30 minutes, same temperature, wait till it starts getting golden.

4. Warm 2-3 spoons of apricot jam in a pot. When you tart is baked, glaze it with the apricot jam using a brush. If you want it to look fancy, sprinkle roasted flaked almonds on top.

 

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About potatofaces

People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

3 responses »

  1. I want that one, and I want it now!! Real and offline!!!

    Reply
  2. Your tart looks really tasty Ewa, thanx for this easy to follow recipy.

    Reply

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