Une Tarte Framboise.
I’ve been wanting to try one of these since I got here because they look so beautiful and fresh. I went to the boulanger just up from my apartment called Le Fournil de Mouffetard. I was a little skeptical. So they look good, but will it blow my mind? Yes. F. Yes.
I kinda knew it would. I was just pretending to be a critic. I plucked one of the raspberries off first to see if the little berry was flavourful. They aren’t in season so I didn’t expect it to be anything that amazing. Well the French have some secret stash of the plumpest, juiciest raspberries that actually taste like summer. And then just to rub it in, they throw on some pistachio sugar.
The bottom of the tarte is a round shortbread-like cookie. However, it wasn’t buttery and heavy like shortbread and it was sweeter. Holding the raspberries onto the tarte was a light and sweet marscapone whip cream. Marscapone?! Yah, I know. Genius.
It was totally perfect.
