Rustic Peach Tart
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Fuzzy peaches. Alright, I know that Kristie just posted a peach recipe – Kolaches. Which, may I add, were delightful. I ate them non-stop at her house. Summer is long since over in this part of the world…. but last weekend the farmer’s markets still had the odd container of peaches kicking around. So, last time I was at the market I couldn’t help myself but buy the last peaches of 2009 and turn them into a tart.
Sex in a pan. It’s an easy to make, light and fluffy dessert. However, lets be honest here, the name is ridiculous. Using the name in a conversation never comes off well. Eg. Oh wow, this Sex in a Pan is delicious. Can I have some more Sex in a Pan, please? Call me juvenile, I just can’t take it seriously. Rumor is that when the recipe was first printed there was a typo and Six was turned to Sex, but I never found any information to back this up. Whatever, I know what you are thinking. Shut it and get on with the dessert. Right. So back to the Sex…which is in a pan.
I love pie. Pie with ice cream. Pie and whipped cream. Steaming hot pie straight out of the oven. Leftover pie from the refrigerator. I LOVE PIE. So naturally, when my hubby came home from work with a grocery bag filled with sour cherries, all I could think of was pie. These beautiful berries were a gift from a co-worker. Taken fresh off the tree, the cherries were prime for baking, literally bursting from the juices. Just pulling the stems off the cherries alone made the berry juice come flooding out which resulted in my kitchen looking like a scene from Kill Bill.
Peanut Butter. Those two words always get my attention – immediately. My mind races with questions like: Do you have peanut butter? Are we going to get peanut butter? How long until I have peanut butter in my mouth? And much to my husband’s dismay, I am often found in the kitchen eating spoonfuls of PB out of the jar – it’s a good source of protein, right? Regardless of its nutritional value, peanut butter is delicious and I love it! Making these cookies perfect as they are packed with peanut butter goodness!
Bring out the vodka – we are making pie! This pie is FAN-tastic. And I wasn’t kidding about the vodka, you seriously do need it. This recipe calls for two tablespoons, chilled, but trust me it is essential to the pie crust. You will not be disappointed. The crust is flaky, crisp and buttery just as the recipe promises. The filling is packed with naturally tart, lemony favouring and the meringue sits high on the pie without weeping or turning spongy. It’s beautiful!
Sour cherries in a slab pie is the taste of summer. My parent’s neighbours are an elderly couple who use to live in British Columbia, where fruit is in abundance during the summer months. Amazingly, they try to grow all sorts of fruit here in Alberta, even with Edmonton’s less than favourable climate (read: short summer, long, long, long winter). However, in spite of our ridiculous weather, we’re actually able to grow a surprising number of fruits here. This couple next door seems to have more success than everyone I know.


