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Sunday 20 July 2014

Portugese Tarts...a Delicious Memory

Taking off on a walk to Montmatre on a gorgeous sunny day Aggie & I thought we had our day completely mapped out.  A lovely walk, a mooch around the shops followed by a lazy lunch somewhere fabulous...yep all under control.

You can't begin to imagine our sheer horror when lunchtime arrived & we couldn't find anywhere that ticked all the boxes for lunch...it just wasn't coming together as planned.  Now we're not hard to please, but life's too short to waste a meal on a bad one. 

We started to panic as we don't make good decisions on an empty stomach & memories of "The Day We Nearly Died 2012" came flooding back.  When I say nearly died...I mean of starvation & please don't laugh as at the time it was touch & go.  It was a Sunday & we'd wandered the streets of Paris for hours (I'm not exaggerating), dragging our feet as our energy levels were waning, we were just about to give up & head back to our apartment to see what we had in our fridge when voila Le Marche des Enfants Rouges appeared out of nowhere like magic!  Oh my the place was pumping, we found a seat & inhaled a plate of lasagne & a glass of red in record time.  We vowed & declared this would never happen again & we'd always have a Plan B up our sleeve.

Oops no Plan B today. What to do? 

Back to our hood, Le Marais, & worst case scenario we'd visit Madam Frommage, stock up & dine on our terrace.  Situation averted. Damn we're good!

Amazing what happens when you have a plan...the pressure's off & things just fall into place.  Bonjour Tasca!


 



What a fabulous afternoon it turned out to be.  The cheese was absolutely delicious & we couldn't pick a winner on the day as they were all hitting the spot & we didn't like to discriminate.  We're terribly nice girls.

  

However these Portugese Tarts were to die for!  Served warm, the custard was the lightest, creamiest thing I'd ever tasted & sitting inside the crispy little tart shell well it was a match made in heaven.  These were even tastier than the ones I'd had in Portugal.  Big call!

Apparently the tarts are made from a secret recipe from the owner's mother & no starch based thickeners are used which gives them their delicate lightness. Well hats off to you mama as I could have eaten a tray full!


If you're heading to Le Marais do yourself a favour & pick up a 6 pack next door at Comme a Lisbonne if you don't have time to sit down at Tasca.  

Be prepared to queue though as this place is popular. Probably a good idea to grab a couple of packs as be warned...these bad boys are highly addictive! x

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