Words cannot adequately describe my joy and rapture upon biting into this work of sin from France.
Happily unfettered and already deeply into my "eating" week, Jason's present of a Breton Tart (well, two, actually) not only hit the spot, but pretty much smashed it.
The taste is difficult to describe, but a good place to start is "buttery". If you have eaten a Baclava, this will help with the texture - although the tart is more chewy than mot Baclava. A syrup runs through it, and the crust is, at time, almost pure caramel. There is no way that this is anything other than naughty to eat.
Liz spotted the danger signs and quickly shoved the second one into the freezer for later enjoyment. Thank you Jason and Antonia (and family) - we love our presents.
I am slightly more perturbed by Jason's present of a sharp knife to Liz. I'm pretty sure it'll all be OK, but I will confess to a slight uneasiness.
Now, I must return to the rather frantic and slightly desperate activity of "packing for a foreign holiday which involves air travel."
He gave Rebecca a chainsaw...
Posted by: Ian | August 19, 2007 at 07:52 PM
Apparently, according to my mother-in-law who is the oracle on things that are bad/good luck, if someone gives you a knife you should give them some money? Not sure if it's good luck for the giver or the receiver but you obviously care a great deal for Jason/Antonia et al so that won't matter to you anyway.
Posted by: Angela | August 19, 2007 at 09:19 PM
If you receive money, do you have to give a knife?
Posted by: Rebecca | August 19, 2007 at 09:44 PM
No.
Posted by: Angela | August 20, 2007 at 01:18 AM
You give them a piece of silver so as not to cut a friendship
Posted by: Barry | August 20, 2007 at 10:39 PM
I want to make it very clear that I shall not be bringing any knives back from this holiday.
So sorry, Antonia - that chef's hatchet will have to wait.
Posted by: AndyC | August 23, 2007 at 04:07 PM