Pictured above is NOT a quiche, not a creme brulee type of custard tart, but in fact a Macademia Lime Tart, the recipe stolen shamelessly from the Silver Palate Good Times Cookbook, which was a wedding gift. Oh, how I loved this cookbook- chock full of shi-shi entertainment ideas and all kinds of insanely labor intensive recipes. This particular one calls for a tart crust that requires you to use a food processor- very 90's. No one on the cooking shows seems to use a food processor these days. The crust consists of flour, butter, an egg yolk, a bit of sugar and some ice water. You are supposed to refrigerate the dough for an hour, during which time it becomes rock hard. After an hour, you are supposed to wrestle with it until it becomes some sort of flattened disk that you can press into a tart pan (I used a pie pan- philistine that I am). Then you prick it and line it with parchment paper and place pie weights or dried beans on it and bake it for 15 mins at 400º. I use foil and skip the weights, as they are really un-necessary. The filling is made of sugar, lime zest, lime juice, ground macademia nuts, eggs and melted butter. I baked the damn crust for 15 minutes and it smelled wonderful- like a shortbread cookie. I let it cool and then poured in the filling. When I went to put it back in the oven, however, I had overestimated the amount of cooling that had taken place and almost dropped the pan because it felt very hot on my BARE HANDS. So some of the filling spilled up over the pan and onto the crust- I tried to fix it the best I could. Back into the oven it went. It smelled delicious- I could just picture it in all of its yummy lime-ocity, topped with whipped cream. I kept an eye on the time and peeked in at it from time to time. When the timer rang and I opened the oven door, it was like looking at the Penelope of pies.
Why do I do it? Why do I fall for it every time? The Silver Palate has once again let me down! It's my Lucy holding a football and I, Charlie Brown go running to kick it EVERY TIME, knowing full well that she'll yank it away at the last minute!
Well, I am here to say: Fuck You, Silver Palate!