tart update
When we were about to leave for the party, I took the tart out of the fridge and put it on a serving plate. Not wanting to spill it or get schmutz on it, I thought I'd better cover it loosely with some cling wrap. Bad move.
The cling wrap clung.... to the top of the tart. Mortified, I pulled it up again to assess the damage to the tart, and with it came the entire top of the tart. All my beautiful raspberry swirls were now attached to the cling wrap in my hands, and left on the plate was a monstrosity of a dessert - the filling looked muddled and liquefied, and all those little lumps of sour cream were now visible again, taunting me.
I starting freaking out, completely annoyed with myself and with the entire process of making this stupid recipe (Martha Stewart, you led me astray with this one. I'm disappointed in you). It was utterly unpresentable for mixed company. So, desperate, we stopped at Whole Foods on the way to the party and bought a fruit tart (which, incidentally, another guess brought as well. Go figure). The fruit tart went over well, but I was embarrassed that we didn't bring a home-made dessert as we had promised.
What a damn mess. I should have made the pie.
The cling wrap clung.... to the top of the tart. Mortified, I pulled it up again to assess the damage to the tart, and with it came the entire top of the tart. All my beautiful raspberry swirls were now attached to the cling wrap in my hands, and left on the plate was a monstrosity of a dessert - the filling looked muddled and liquefied, and all those little lumps of sour cream were now visible again, taunting me.
I starting freaking out, completely annoyed with myself and with the entire process of making this stupid recipe (Martha Stewart, you led me astray with this one. I'm disappointed in you). It was utterly unpresentable for mixed company. So, desperate, we stopped at Whole Foods on the way to the party and bought a fruit tart (which, incidentally, another guess brought as well. Go figure). The fruit tart went over well, but I was embarrassed that we didn't bring a home-made dessert as we had promised.
What a damn mess. I should have made the pie.