I called Aaron at work the other day. I was bored; it was just 3 days before my last day at work and the beginning of our two week staycation. I was hoping he would be willing to take a short break and entertain me - just for a few minutes.
me: Hi! What's going on... just three more days!!!!
Aaron: Honey, I'm really busy, I can't talk right now.
Grrr... not exactly the reaction that I hoped for. I picked up the phone and dialed again.
Aaron: What? I told you, I am swamped.
me: I'm making a pear tart this weekend.
Aaron: Whatever, I have to go.
Usually the threat of decadent, indulgent baked goods gets him to listen, sometimes because he is looking forward to eating them, but usually because he tries to put the kibosh on future fattening concoctions showing up in the kitchen. His brush off meant that I would be making a tart that evening!
I raced home from the office and started whipping up a crust so that the tart would be well underway by the time that Aaron got home. Mission accomplished! The crust was complete before Aaron arrived, and I was halfway through the filling before he realized what was taking place in our kitchen.
Recipe after the jump!