The Making of a Tart

I slept over Christine's house on Christmas eve so we had a leg up on the drive to Donner Ranch the following morning. We planned a day of skiing, which scared the living shit out of me, since I had not been in over 20 years.  On Christmas Day I came downstairs at 7AM and joined Christine on the couch.  We had coffee and tarts and were still there at 11AM.  I guess skiing will happen another time. :)

We spent the day drinking Carolans, playing Scrabble (on the board!!), cleaning Christine's room (Merry Christmas) and watching Napolean Dynamite. We did get out and walk in search of a chinese restaurant for dinner, but after almost 5 miles of walking we were back at home unsuccessful.

Maybe the mince tarts were a factor...

We used the Pillsbury pie shells that you unroll for our mini-tarts.  I did help cut out the circles, but I quickly moved into the role of photographer.

I re-rolled the left over dough with Christine's mack-daddy rolling pin and she used the dough to make pretty lattice tops.

I love that I just watched the magic happen -- taking pictures.  I did force (okay, well encourage) Christine to do a proper lattice on the mini-tarts.  And look at the finished masterpiece!

Who let the tarts out?  Woof-woof!