Something very good and very bad happened today. And they were the same thing. How can such a thing be, you ask. Something is either very good or very bad and generally, it is impossible for it to be both at the same thing. It would be like a sloth Hitler or like... like... a charity for orphan immigrants championed by Donald Trump. Generally, when bad and good try to exist in the same space, it ends in some sort of Star Trek-esque parallel universe implosion scenario. And yet, yet, sitting in the bakery cabinet at Metro today, there was something very bad and very good existing in the same small, tart-shaped package.
Have you ever had Portugese custard tarts? No? If not, you have no idea what I am talking about. I insist that you venture down to any store which has these items and immediately purchase one. Then, buy more. Because likely, unless you have no soul, you will want more. If you haven't found a place where you can buy them, you need to find a recipe and make them and then be happy because you have an entire dozen or two to eat once you have realized how fantastic these things are.
Years ago, a friend of my ex-husband's introduced me to these heavenly things. I had one. Then another, then another. See, you couldn't BUY them where I was living. And they are like crack (I think that's what they put on top of them to give them that nice, addictive brown color). I had one and was hooked.
We kept visiting this friend. My ex did it because he genuinely liked this person. I did it because of the tarts. My consumption of them (and, subsequently, my waistline) grew by leaps and bounds. Basically, I became some sort of custard-tart-eating zombie. Then, the divorce and the no tarts. I went through withdrawal but after a while, I was good.
Well, today I found them. And bought six. My husband, who I love dearly, got to eat one. The rest are being stored in my fridge but are going to be consumed with terrifying swiftness. God help my children if they get in the way when I do.
Have you ever had Portugese custard tarts? No? If not, you have no idea what I am talking about. I insist that you venture down to any store which has these items and immediately purchase one. Then, buy more. Because likely, unless you have no soul, you will want more. If you haven't found a place where you can buy them, you need to find a recipe and make them and then be happy because you have an entire dozen or two to eat once you have realized how fantastic these things are.
Years ago, a friend of my ex-husband's introduced me to these heavenly things. I had one. Then another, then another. See, you couldn't BUY them where I was living. And they are like crack (I think that's what they put on top of them to give them that nice, addictive brown color). I had one and was hooked.
We kept visiting this friend. My ex did it because he genuinely liked this person. I did it because of the tarts. My consumption of them (and, subsequently, my waistline) grew by leaps and bounds. Basically, I became some sort of custard-tart-eating zombie. Then, the divorce and the no tarts. I went through withdrawal but after a while, I was good.
Well, today I found them. And bought six. My husband, who I love dearly, got to eat one. The rest are being stored in my fridge but are going to be consumed with terrifying swiftness. God help my children if they get in the way when I do.
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