I feel sooo happy for this custard tart. In less than a minute it will have fulfilled its only purpose in life. It can die (?) happy knowing that its brief existence in the universe has given me a little happiness and that I will have appreciated and ravished it with my undivided attention.
This beautiful tart with its wonderfully crusty outer pastry and delicate eggy aroma. The careful sprinkling of cinnamon across the top.
RIP
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