The Tretcherous Tart and the Girl Who Wanted to Love It.

Sorry kiddies no recipe today. Instead you will have to bare with me as I tell you a tale of a tart gone terribly wrong.

There once was a girl who loved Easter with all her heart. All the chocolate to be had filled her sweet tooth with glee and all she wanted was to share her joy with her family. So she set out to make the perfect Easter Dessert: a chocolate tart with a pretzel crust. So simple, she mused when looking at the recipe, but it will be great. She set off to acquire all the ingredients she would need for her task. She lovingly set out everything on the counter, taking extra time to caress her new fluted removable-bottomed tart pan with excitement. She quickly started her work, crushing pretzels, measuring flour, cracking eggs, mixing (which was done with a wistful sigh that she was not at home to use her stand mixer). And then the waiting game commenced. Mix dough, press between plastic wrap, wait. Roll out, press into pan, wait. Bake in oven, take out, wait. Make filling, cool in bowl, wait. Brush crust with melted chocolate, wait. Fill crust with filling, chill in fridge, wait. Every step so simple, but patience was a virtue she did not gracefully posses.

Her tart sat in the fridge all night. She slept well and deeply thinking about how wonderful it would be to slice into it the next day. She arose in the morning, cheerful and adorable with her sleep mussed hair and half awake eyes. She crept down to the kitchen and checked her, what was supposed to be fully set, tart. To her shock and horror it was still liquid and did not resemble the wonderful thing she had been anticipating. Not to be sidetracked she quickly devised a plan and placed it in the freezer. Yes, she thought to herself, this will help you set my dear sweet tart.

Once it was time to leave and head out for family dinner the tart seemed almost set. Packing it carefully into a container with freezer packs to keep it cold, the girl and her family trekked to her aunts house. Once there she quickly put the tart into the fridge and went about her day. Eating, laughing, and consuming red wine. Finally the time for dessert had come. The girl rushed into the kitchen and got her tart out. She stood there on the tiled floor staring at her tart, the filling sloshing around in the center of the crust. NO! She thought, this couldn't be! It was almost set....how did this happen? In hopes of still salvaging her precious dessert, she threw it into the freezer again and set about making whipped cream. As family gathered around the assorted dessert table, and began serving themselves, the girl removed her tart from the freezer again. It was not set. With a heavy heart she placed it on the table and sliced into it. The liquid filling oozed out of the crust and went everywhere. Determined she placed the crust on her plate and poured the liquid filling onto it and added a glob of whipped cream for good measure. It tasted delicious that was for sure, but messy and it was hard to sop up the pool of un-set chocolate from her plate. She sat there and fumed at her dessert gone wrong. Ruined, everything was ruined!

Later on the car ride home, despite her mothers attempts to settle her thoughts, the girl continued to stew over the whole mess. That tart, she thought with a quiet determination. The bane of my existence. I will concur thee one day.

The End.