This tart had a past life as a cherry tart. I made the cherry tart to take as a dessert to our friend’s Ben and Sarah’s place for dinner, and it was lovely but the next day I was left with extra pastry and meringue so instead of making another cherry tart I decided to do something different and give this tart a second life and turn it into individual rhubarb meringue tarts.
I’m going through a grape phase. I seem to be craving grapes a lot in the last few weeks. The sweetness, the texture, the way they pop in your mouth when you bite them. They’re like nature’s candy.
The weather in Melbourne has turned, literally overnight. It feels like we have skipped Autumn and have gone straight into winter, what the hell? Another sign of the winter weather kicking in is everyone seems to be catching a cold and losing their manners. I have started a new job recently and because it’s in the city I’ve started catching public transport again. It has been a long time since I’ve caught public transport and I’m beginning to remember why I hated it so much… people are gross and I’m a germaphobe. I’m the person who carries the liquid disinfectant in her handbag and will reluctantly touch anything that a million other hands have been on, in fact I feel a little bit sick just thinking about it.