Have you ever had the feeling that you're speaking another language, Klingon perhaps?
They stare...I mean a deer in the headlights frozen kind of stare.
Charlie Brown and I'm the adult going whah, whah, whah, whah.
I was born, raised and up until about 20 years ago, called Canada home.
Along with that comes something my fellow Canadians will know well, the infamous butter tart.
A sweet, delectable little gem of a pastry that you can't help but love!
It is the dessert of my childhood.
The closest thing you'll find in the US is pecan pie, but it's not even really close...at all.
Ask for a butter tart in the US and you're sure to get the aforementioned stares.
I gave up many years ago trying to find any locally. Occasionally a saintly relative will post a package of some, and they will find their way into my mailbox to be savored and enjoyed.
Well the other day - I was craving them - I mean something fierce!
No time for snail mail to deliver this time.
It was time to break out the baking skills and make my own.
So that's exactly what I did.
The flaky goodness of a delicate crust.
A perfectly browned top.
The precise amount of runny, syrupy center, surrounding the raisins.
Melt in your mouth sweetness.
It was pure bliss.
Do you have a favorite childhood dessert?