Weather: 34 degrees, 10 p.m. sunset
What I’m listening to: the whir of the washing machine and the hum of the dryer
Beatrice Peltre from La Tartine Gourmande says in her cookbook, “A meal without dessert is like wearing only one shoe.” Ah, indeed. I couldn’t agree more. I have a very predictable sweet tooth. It shows up every evening at right about the same time, as I’m clearing the dinner dishes from the table. Dinner is over; time for something sweet, my sweet tooth tells me. It doesn’t have to be much, just a little morsel of dessert, a nibble. My kids happen to have the exact same sweet tooth. I’m thinking these sorts of things must be genetic or something.
To put my sweet tooth to bed, one delightful little wedge of this tart will do. I made a flaky butter crust, a lightly-sweetened honey and vanilla bean cream cheese, and topped it with halved ripe strawberries glazed with more glossy honey. It’s impressive to look at, but rather simple to put together. This tart just screams spring.