Apple Tarts Two Ways

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You will sometimes hear me say I live a sitcom life.

Weird things happen to me all the time.  I have either the best luck or the worst luck.  I don’t do things the easy way.

Take two weeks ago. Setting: The Toronto International Film Festival, my favorite time of fall (minus cask days in October).  It’s where a friend and I spend copious amounts of time standing in line, people watching to our heart’s content. “Wow is she really wearing that?” ” Is that someone famous?” “Man, I may have had too much to drink at lunch.” It’s one of those things that you only have one or two friends that truly “get” the experience. “You stand in line for how long?” Yes we stand in line a lot. But we also get to hopefully see a cinematic masterpiece and a bunch of celebrities.

This year the stars (the ones in the sky not on the red carpet) didn’t seem to align for us. One movie we both loathed to attend (sorry Lance) and were lucky we had another friend switch with us. The first and second movie my go-to TIFF buddy couldn’t attend so I was scrambling to find a replacement (again someone who kind of understood the whole line thingy) and it rained! A lot!

So I found a replacement, met her in line (yes 1 1/2 hours early) and clung to my umbrella hoping I wouldn’t need it.  And then my sitcom life began.

I got stung by something. I think it was a wasp.  There was no stinger so google and I decided it was not a bee.

Here’s the thing. I have never, ever been stung before.  By anything. I had no idea how I’d react.  It hurt like hell being that it was the fleshy bit of the palm of hand but I silently waited to see what else I would experience. Silently because I wasn’t going to make a scene and there was no way I was missing my movie (TIFF goers understand this). Lucky no dying in line happened and only mild swelling occured…..

Until the next day where my hand was twice the size it should be and itchy as hell. Being the healthcare worker that I am I thought a lot of gruesome things and even drew a line around the swollen, red part to keep an “eye” on it. The next day? Even worse which sent me to the doctor on call. The verdict? My hand had a full blown infection and I needed antibiotic. Seriously?!

I can’t just get stung. I get stung and an infection. I’m so dramatic. Cue the audience laugh track.

I am cured as of today thank you for asking.  So let’s celebrate with these awesome tarts.  It’s surprisingly drama free.

Apple Tarts-2

Apple Tarts Two Ways

You can use any shape tart pan that you have.

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Ingredients

  • Two pastry shells, rolled into a long rectangle
  • 8-10 apples, peeled, cored and sliced
  • 1/2 cup white sugar
  • 1/2 cup brown sugar
  • 2 tbsp cinnamon
  • 1 tbsp nutmeg
  • Streusel Topping
  • 1/2 cup flour
  • 1/2 tsp cinnamon
  • 3 tbsp cold butter, cubed
  • 1/4 cup brown sugar
  • Glaze Topping
  • 1/4 cup butter, melted
  • 1/2 cup milk
  • 1 cup brown sugar
  • pinch salt
  • 2 1/2 cups powdered sugar

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease two long rectangular tart pans.
  2. Place your pastry into each pan and press down to form the shape of your pan.
  3. In a large bowl mix together the apples, white and brown sugars, cinnamon and nutmeg.
  4. Spread the apple mixture evenly between the two pans.
  5. To make the streusel topping, combine all the ingredients into one bowl. Using a pastry cutter cut the butter until everything is mixed and resembles coarse crumbs. Spread evenly over on of the pans.
  6. Place both tarts; streusel topped and the plain apple one into your oven and bake until golden 45-60 minutes. Remove from heat and let cool slightly.
  7. To make the glaze, combine the butter, milk, brown sugar and salt in a medium mixing bowl. Mixing lightly add the confectioners sugar 1/2 cup at a time until you get a glaze consistency you prefer. Pour glaze over second apple tart once it is cooled.
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