Martyn made a delicious tarte tatin aux tomates yesterday with our home-grown baby plum toms, and it has provided us with two delicious lunches. When he mused what the recipe might be for the Tarte Mado of La Fargo fame, I thought: ‘what the hell?’ and sent a message to its ancien propriétaire Christophe to ask for the recipe. Que bénies soient ses chaussettes en coton, he has sent it to me, and we shall give it a go once we have enough ripe tomatoes again, which won’t be long. He also kindly told me the story of the name: his paternal grand-papa called his wife, Madeleine, who invented the dish, Mado. This did not entirely meet with favour, since Mado was often the name given to ladies of a certain ancient profession. So it’s a tart tart.
Glad to report that the grateful servants of the benevolent, modest and generous Mr Bezos delivered the new tyre pump yesterday, and that it works.
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