Poop Tart

I’d like to say that everything I cook or bake turns out perfectly. Like there are little blue birds that bring my apron to me, and then sing their sweet little birdly songs… not unlike Cinderella. Of course, I’m also wearing a lovely floral print dress and my best pearls and heels. Well, here’s a shocker… it’s not quite like that. I generally cook in old pajama pants, tank tops and flip flops. I do like to wear my apron that proclaims “What’s Not to Like” that Stephan custom made for me.

I saw this tart in Chocolate Snowball by Letty Halloran Flatt. This is really a great book, with gorgeous photos and fantastic recipes. It is a Zinfandel Pear Tart with Maytag Blue Cheese Crust. The photo of this tart was gorgeous and the savory crust sounded a bit quirky, but pears + blue cheese = yum, right?


As you can see from the photo, my tart turned out beautifully… the pears take very well to the red wine and tint a lovely red hue. The crust is light and flaky and perfectly golden brown. Its really too bad it tasted like arse. Yes, I said that. I took one bite and threw the entire tart away. My poor hubby had several painful bites before putting it down. He didn’t want to hurt my feelings. He’s a good man.

I’m sure if the recipe was made like the book it would have been good. I made a few minor adjustments: Shiraz in place of Zinfandel and since I couldn’t find Maytag at my grocery store, I bought a different brand of blue cheese.


I’ve made several things since I’ve been blogging that sounded so good, but just didn’t work for me. Those items usually fall to the cutting room floor, but this one is so dang beautiful, I had to share it and my story. If you’ve had something turn out miserably, please do share… misery loves company! Also, if anyone wants the recipe, let me know and I’ll get it to ya!

Hope everyone has a safe and fun 4th of July!