Strawberry Frangipane tart is a real treat but if you don’t have Strawberries use any other poached fruit such as Pears or Quinces
I normally make frangipane tarts with winter fruits such as quinces and pears but I found that these strawberries were perfect, red inviting pockets of sweet and sour.
Red can signify so many things, most often it is associated with love, Valentines Day, lust, passion or True Blood (if that’s the type of blood lust you’re into).
Could you bake someone with a broken heart a Strawberry Frangipane tart?. Should you bake by occasion or type , for instance.. could you take cupcakes with black icing and RIP written in white to a funeral ?. Eaton mess to dinner at the house of a friend who has recently divorced/ separated/been dumped (so obviously smashed and mixed up….)?
Baking can follow a colour code. Christmas cakes are often white…….little girls have pink cakes and little boys have black and red spider-man cakes……my son wanted a rainbow birthday cake when he was 4, which only shows he was sitting on the fence
Given the colour and the timing, now finished I am dedicating this tart to the memory of my Dad. It’s not a Fathers Day tart, although I am sure that many Fathers would appreciate a tart….. such as this.
It’s a little bit sentimental, a little bit not, because my Dad was a real pain in the butt. He was loud and embarrassing and silly beyond belief. He was either annoyed with you for being stupid or tickling you and talking over you. He was not a good listener although he was a professional questioner. He got away with his many faults because he was always enthusiastic about helping anybody . This attracted attention and he was then able to bask in the limelight, and be a clown while satisfying his inner need to volunteer and feel that he was giving something back. He was available , trailer attached, at a moments notice to help me move ( which I have managed to do on a monumental scale) . He could fix something around the house …….for example; refrigerator, TV, washing machine, car, broken cupboard in fact he could fix anything- not always with guarantee attached, and would arrive when called, enormous toolbox in tow. He particularly loved to organise a party….. I think our house may have been full of visitors had my Mother not hated visitors as much as he loved them.
He also loved food. When we were young his love of Kransky sausages, pigs totters and garlicky relishes disgusted us beyond all recognisable pre-teenage measures .
Sometimes the ones we miss are the ones that were omnipresent in our lives…. and not always in a pleasant way. As time moves on I see him in myself a lot, and this makes me laugh and cringe simultaneously. Dad you naughty, silly, annoying, wonderfully handy, kind hearted man ……. This glistening Strawberry Frangipane tart a bleeding heart of red love, and loss is for you.
- 250 gm icing sugar sifted, pure
- 450 gm butter unsalted softened
- 3 whole eggs Large 70 gmers
- 100 gm almond meal
- 190 gm plain flour
- 580 gm plain flour
- 125 gm pure icing sugar sifted
- 125 gm almond meal
- 125 gm unsalted butter
- 2 whole eggs
- 1 whole yolk
- 25 gm plain flour
- 250 gm strawberries 1 punnet
- 2 Tablespoons strawberry jam no lumps