Anna: I’m not really a tart person….
Jane: Guffaw! I don’t know, I’ve known you a long time – have you forgotten the Nineties?
Anna: Thank you for that. As you well know, what I mean is that I seldom make tarts, quiches, those sorts of things. In fact I think I manage one a year.
Anna: I’d call it ‘rustic’. The pastry is threatening to fall apart. I’m not quite sure why, as I followed the recipe. It’s pastry alchemy. I don’t have the secret.
Jane: Did you make the pastry from scratch?
Anna: Did I hell. There’s a limit to how much work I’m prepared to do on a Sunday morning, even if I have the Archers Omnibus to keep me company.
Jane: It reminds me of the south of France. It’s delicious. Can I have another slice?
Anna: It is very good, isn’t it? But it’s not very filling. I put more parmesan in than it called for too, but I think it’s because there isn’t enough filling mixture. It feels like there’s more pastry than tart, if you know what I mean.
Jane: I do. It looks quite big and rich in the dish, but once you put the slice on the plate it looked a bit thin and sad.
Anna: Though that might have been because the pastry fell apart, as feared.
Jane: We had enough for seconds, and I still think it was delicious. Thank you for my lovely lunch!