I escaped from work on the early side today so that I could make good on a promise to Chloe to bake a fruit tart.  We didn’t have time to accomplish the task this weekend, so I rushed home to get it done for dessert this evening.

Chloe had her fruit tart epiphany in France.  Prior to our trip she would turn her head away in disgust when we tried to convince her to taste them – whether made with apple, pear or some other delicious fruit.

Tonight we made a pretty yummy peach tart, glazed with cinnamon, sugar and raspberry jam.  The bottom crust was a tiny bit undercooked, but that’s my only quibble with it.  Not bad for someone who rarely bakes.  And Chloe liked it well enough to have two pieces, which is the best compliment I could have hoped for.