My French stinks. I call this tart, “tarte nor”…my husband has corrected me numerous times with the proper pronunciation of tarte nwahr.
I may slaughter the name. But I sure as heck didn’t slaughter my execution of the recipe. I made it months ago for a sweet little niece's baptism. It was delightful and rich. Maybe even too rich for some.
You can get the recipe on Dharmagirl’s blog, bliss: towards a delicious life. Be sure to check out the LYL post on the Tuesdays with Dorie site to see what my TWD blog friends liked the recipe.
Next week: Brrrr-ownies
One year ago on Project Domestication: 10 pounds of Chocolate