Action shot – see below
Life conspired against me making this torte. Why do the fates care whether this torte becomes a delectable reality? I know not. Mine is not to question but to present the evidence:
1. It is made with pears. I like pears. I am not a pear hater. BUT pears go from rock hard to overripe while you grab something from the fridge. I had some pears to use for this. Then they went to ripe stage 9 before I could get this done. So, I bought new pears. They stayed at zero. I used them anyway and they were still pretty hard in the torte.
2. I tried to make this during a playdate with a new friend. New is the key word here because when someone “new” comes over every toy must be played with, examined and left out to be tripped over. There were MANY interruptions – mom, this needs batteries, where is the second half of my storm trooper helmut, this isn’t working and on and on and on…
3. I was also trying to make two separate dinners (don’t ask). It’s like I lose my short term memory every day. It’s an official syndrome, I’m sure.
So, I made the torte. And it was pretty good. Not as good as I’d hoped. But that could be my fault (see 1-3 above).
It was too dark to get a picture the night I made it. Then I saw my spouse grabbing for it the next night. I had to QUICKLY snap a picture as he was hacking away at it.