Tarte aux noix
Knock on the door.
‘Nicole, are you busy? Non? Bien. Ecoute. This morning I have made a fantastic tarte. It is still hot, but, here, try some’… and still on the doorstep, Lisette thrusts a plate in my hand.
‘Would you like a coffee?’ I ask.
She looks at her watch. ‘Pourquoi pas.’
‘What is the tarte?’ I ask.
‘Walnut. Do you have any left?’
I point to the three huge baskets in the corner of the kitchen. The walnut crop was fantastic this year.
I try the warm tarte. Yes, it is lovely.
Lisette, full of enthusiasm for her new French walnut tarte. ‘Oui, j’adore, and it is so simple to make. I knew you would like it, so I’ve written the recipe for you. Now, I must go and do some shopping before midi.’
And she was gone. It is so good to see passion and enthusiasm.
