Maury Rubin's Book of Tarts. I love custard, and I love peaches. I thought the nutty streusel, which I sprinkled quite inexpertly (looks a bit like dog food, no?), was overkill. But I like peaches (and apricots) and custard very much indeed. The tart pictured went to the same dinner party that featured the Lemon Meringue Cake. Despite the competition, I think this tart would have stolen the flavor show if not for one flaw--it had been made the night before and had sadly become a bit soggy. Still delicious though. The little overflow individuals that I made and ate the night before? Flawless.
Oh, and did you want to see some of my experiments with the tart book? The fancy ones, in individual flan rings? The kind I used to have to lift with a large spatula off of marble slabs during my brief stint behind the City Bakery counter? The ones I, frankly, always wondered why people bought when there were croissants sitting right there. Clearly, I'm a pastry person. But this plum tart with almond cream was as edible as it was picturesque. I still have the book from the library, so there may be more of what Matt calls 'spare dessert.' Take me for what I am. Who I was meant to be.