Tartlets

In a few hours, I will arrive at my friend Hilary's house with my apron in hand. We have a baking date. She is going to teach me how to make a nectarine tart. Whenever I see a tart in a bakery, I always get this strange feeling. A little like love, a little like envy. I have always wanted to know how to make one. Today's the day. Instead of cake stands, are there tart stands? I hope so.