A few weeks ago I scrambled up an apple tree on the edge of the road near where I live and gathered these apples. They were quite sweet, but a bit battered by insects etc so I decided to make an apple tart.
It was easy as pie. I whipped up some indulgent short crust pastry to my mother's secret recipe. I swear she'll kill me if I ever share it with anyone. Suffice to say it's not for the faint hearted or whippet thin. But sometimes I pick up a packet of ready made in the reduces section at the supermarket and keep in the freezer for such occasions as this. Then I sliced the apples, chucked them in my Nana's tart dish lined with the pastry, sprinkled some sugar and a pinch of cinnamon over the fruit and topped with the pastry lid.
And then I got a little carried away with decorating it.
Popped it in the oven for about the last 20 minutes of cooking my Sunday chicken keeping a watchful eye on it as I'm rather prone to burning things.
I served it with some ice cream and my elderberry syrup. And it was really rather good.
And almost free! Shame it wasn't fat free.
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