Irish Apple Tart. Memories of my Grandmother.
I’d forgotten how much I love Irish Apple Tart until I made this delicious dish again.
I often find pastry making a little tedious but this Tart is so forgiving, so simple and virtually impossible to mess up.
Apart from ensuring the butter is as cold as possible (I pop it in the freezer and grate it into the flour) there is no stress worrying that the pastry will crimp nicely, make pretty patterns on the top, or pull away from the sides of the pie dish!
It’s meant to be rustic, meant to look imperfect and meant to taste utterly delicious.
It is the ultimate dessert of dreams!
One bite of this Tart and I am once again a 10 year old girl sitting in my Grandmother’s tiny kitchen where she would make pastry in the flash of an eye.
Her hands worked so fast and deftly that you had to concentrate very hard to follow exactly how she did it! She measured nothing, just took handfuls of flour, cold butter and water, miraculously churning out the most incredible pastry I have ever tasted.
She made perfectly layered puff pastry (no mean feat when she didn’t possess a fridge for chilling, just an outside window ledge where her packs of butter sat in a row) with little fuss and little exertion.
I laugh when I read books and articles on mastering difficult pastry because I believe some people are just gifted in this regard and don’t follow any rules, they simply follow instinct and a natural talent around the process.
She truly was one of those iconic Grandmothers.
She had a very hard life and wasn’t wealthy but was rich in love.
Always humming a tune, always cooking or baking with a patterned housecoat on and always spoiling her grandchildren.
With little money she managed to create delicious nutritious meals and the most incredible Apple Tarts that would stand up to the scrutiny of the most accomplished pastry chefs.
She was special, she was selfless and she was inspiring.
I now make Apple Tart for my family to recapture the wonderful feeling I experienced when surrounded by my Grandmother, Granddad and my siblings as we ate warm Apple Tart with pouring cream.
No other Tart compares.
No other Tart evokes such wonderful childhood memories as the first taste of this warm delicious buttery Tart.
All is right with the world when I look at this Golden Tart adorned haphazardly with a few pastry stars and hearts.
So reach for the stars, love deeply and always bake with joy in your heart. For the little things really are the big things so drink them in and be grateful.
Here’s to inspiring women. Not those shouting from the rooftops for notoriety, but the women holding families together, teaching their children love, respect and strength. Guiding future generations gently, slowly and silently without any expectation of praise.
Remember, the Lioness doesn’t need to roar for you to know her strength or fear her presence.
Recipe is below.