So, yes, it was inevitable, I guess, that I was destined, one day, to make my very own Tarte Tatin. In case you’re not bilingual, I mean caramelised apple tart. I’m fond of baking things with poncey French names because they’re often much simpler than people think and I, therefore, become instantly sophisticated and even get to sample what it must feel like to have some of President Hollande’s allure. Well, maybe not.
It really is plain sailing after you’ve made the pastry shell – just cut up the apples (Bramleys and Cox’s) cover them in brown sugar and cinnamon and then stick them in the oven.
Here it is – Tarte Tatin de Wolfie. It might look a bit well done but, non, it’s meant to look like that – more or less. There was nothing left afterwards so I can promise you that it tasted delicious – parfait! If you think mine looks a bit rough, and people often do, then here’s a photo of a professional Tarte Tatin:
My novel, Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love, was published on 31 October 2013. It is the story of a young fogey living in Brighton in 1967 who has a lot to learn when the flowering hippie counter culture changes him and the world around him.
It is now available as a paperback or on Kindle (go to your region’s Amazon site for Kindle orders)
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