Have you ever had a recipe that feels like family? I have been making this tart since I was competent enough to follow directions. There’s a picture on the http://twofacedchef.com/about-the-author/ page of me making this tart during my “Jack White I’m Continuously in Awkward Phases” phase. I brought it recently to a gathering of Rico’s family and I was warmly welcomed and it disappeared quickly. Even Rico, who again doesn’t like desserts, found some on his plate. I’ll turn him yet!
Adapted from The Elegant But Easy Cookbook
Ingredients:
- 1 cup sugar, plus additional for sprinkling
- ½ cup butter, softened
- 1 cup flour
- 1 teaspoon baking powder
- 1/8 teaspoon salt
- 2 eggs
- 2 cans (15 ounces each) apricot halves in syrup, drained
- Cinnamon
- Confectioners’ sugar, optional
Preheat oven to 350*F. Lightly grease a 9-inch spring form pan. In large bowl with electric mixer, cream 1 cup sugar and butter. Beat in eggs. Add flour, baking soda and salt. Mix until smooth.
Spread into prepared pan. Cover batter with apricots, skin-side up.
Even tarts have an awkward phase…
Be sure to cover entire surface of dough. Sprinkle heavily with sugar and lightly with cinnamon. Bake for 1 hour or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Dust with confectioners’ sugar, if desired. Serve warm or cold, but it is best eaten same day as prepared. Makes about 8 servings.
Food Processor Method: In food processor fitted with steel blade, cream 1 cup sugar and cold butter. Process in eggs. Add flour, baking powder and salt. Mix until smooth. Proceed as directed above.
I would like to use this moment while you are dazzled by my tart to speak my peace about Tiger Woods. First of all, I don’t give a crap about Tiger Woods. Not because I’m not interested in celebrities, not because I don’t care that he was screwing around with some dumb chicks, but because anyone, and I mean ANYONE, who thinks that playing golf as a living is somewhat reputable deserves a lesson on real life. I get sports. I love hockey. I can get into baseball during the end of the season. However, I don’t give a crap how well ANYONE can play a sport you play by yourself. Oh and men, take a lesson here. No matter how much money you have, you can cheat all you want, but if you decide to cheat and your woman finds out, she will chase you with a golf club and pretend she was using it to save you from a car crash.




Here’s a picture of my friend, Rita, and me with the singer (Trevor from the Black Dahlia Murder) another time I met him. Commence Swooning…











