This tart is bold. It is simple and delicious. It is made with whole lemons. Or if you are a scardy cat like me, whole lemons minus the pith.
I really did not know if I would like this tart, chosen by Babette, of Babette Feasts. I had some extra filling , which I baked in a little ramekin, so I did get to taste the filling before I served the tart on Mother's Day. I wasn't sure how to describe it to my Mother's Day guests either. Most of them tried it (in spite of my description, "ummm, really tart, and a little lumpy.") Everyone who tried said they really liked it and asked me for the recipe.
I wasn't sure how to describe Tuesdays With Dorie to a group of mostly tecnologically challenged people either. I said it was like my baking club, where we all bake the same thing each week and compare notes.
"But not a real baking club?", asks my brother. "You don't actually get to taste each other's food?", asks my mother. I include my whole family in the technologically challenged description, not excluding myself, as having some sort of impairment, with me being on the higher functioning end of the spectrum. (I suck at editing photos, but am somewhat familiar with "web logs".) The other end of the taxonomy does actually include those who have NEVER used a computer ("And never will!") Most of them email and google and a few even have facebook pages.
So this is where the situation starts to get a little sticky. How do I describe a group like TWD or an activity like blogging? I start to explain about food bloggers and baking bloggers, but don't want to misrepresent my blog as being part of that group, when a lot of my blog is about how fucked up my family is, but I don't want to go there either in this Mother's Day conversation. (To any family members who have found your way here, I am not talking about YOU, I am talking about other family memebers, of course.)
I was glad that everyone, myself included, really loved this tart. I will definitely make it again. You can find the recipe on page 336 of Baking, From My Home To Yours by Dorie Greenspan, or at Babette Feasts, or family members with email adresses, I will email it to you.