Paul Milner is a tart

...maker extraordinaire. That is, he rather makes one mean tartes aux pommes.

Whilst tidying up some pictures for that last post on bread, I found one of the tart he cooked for my birthday back in the summer and I so very rudely forgot to mention it here. So here, in all it's glory, I give you, dear reader, le tart...

It was apples were blessed by the summer sun and cooled by the beating of little birds wings. The pastry was fit for wiping the bottoms of angels, the glaze reflected the summer rays back to the heavens from surely where this tart had been baked in God's own oven. Or something like that. It was very nice. And thank you.