When I open the pages of this book, I go back in time to a stainless steel kitchen with a big oven and afternoons spent baking and juggling late lunch orders. The pages are sticky with food and coming apart. Each recipe has notes and amendments. Many with bulk quanties. Some recipes are written in a kind of cook's shorthand, others in precise detail. A few recipes were given to me by people who worked in my kitchen, in the cafe I used to have with my mum and my sister. I don't really think about the cafe much anymore, it's been ten years since we sold and moved on. This recipe though, is special. I use it a lot. It was given to me by a chef I worked with because I couldn't make pastry to save myself and needed an easy base for tarts. These days, I'm sure that given time and practice, I would master pastry making, but back then I needed quick solutions.
The Cooks Companion. I've been hankering after this for some weeks but G doesn't like tangy lemon flavours, so I've been waiting for an excuse.
Sooz and Amy arrived for an afternoon visit. Needless to say, despite everyone tiptoeing around, Grace woke up shortly after. Indeed, she may never have slept. She often fools us by playing quietly in her cot until she senses something more exciting happening. Like visitors and food.
What's left of the tart is now quite firm.
postscript: The tart is now finished. Polished off for morning tea/late breakfast by Mum & Stepdad, Grace and me. Life is good.