Don't blame me. Blame Paris. No, not Hilton, the place. Everytime I go there, I return heavier, with ideas, shopping and a few inches on my hips. The possibilities are endless, the pastries a delight, names ferried on romantic accents with lisps and lulls and sufficient theatre to engage. This recipe began with a visit to an orchard, and ended on a plate. And for all the love of Holland, I was not going to churn out any Dutch babies, filled with heaps of boiled-soft apples and dripping with cinnamon, raisins and nuts. <br /> <br />The best thing about this tart is the thin and crisp, crumbly crust. And the apply apple curd, not to mention the smooth creamy custard....and the sugar on top. Beats anything neighbouring countries have to offer. <br /> <br />Vive la Paris.

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