I’m wearing socks again which is significant as I have not worn socks for seven years. Those years account for half of the time that we have lived here; that half being the warm and sunny half. The coming up and the going down of the socks are as clear a seasonal signal as is the arrival of the first cuckoo or the departure of the last…whatever bird leaves last. I remain full of wonder at the changing of the seasons but I do feel Mother Nature might spin the globe a little faster at this time of year as sock wearing time does seem to go on for an awfully long time and, in all honesty, the Australians don’t need all that sun and summer as most of the place is a desert and could do with a bit more rain. But, with M.Nature remaining deaf, as ever, to my suggestions of seasonal reorganisation, I am left clinging to these last fragile signs of summer. The origin of these strawberries appears to be France and, whatever help has been afforded them by their cultivators, they do taste very good; quite as good as any summer strawberry….which has surprised me…nearly to the point of wondering if I may have been a bit previous in the sock department.
This very pretty tart was inspired by a YouTube showing a very clever and easy way of making crème pâtissière. I made some pâte sablée and baked a case…as I knew you were coming.