Tarte Tatin au Thomas
The crust lay light and easy under the applebits
Upon the tilting plate, delicious as the juice was sweet
The teasing textures mingled, tarry
As time let their tastes combine
Golden as their syrups harmonise,
And honoured among flagons, Calvados, queen of the apple-drowns.
At once having taken time I owned orchards all the trees and leaves
Trickled with pips and blossoms
Down the gulley of a grateful throat.
I have spent more time trying to get this to come up with the proper indentations than I did on the creation of it. I get it perfect in the box, press preview, and they all disappear. As the chefs tell us, presentation is all, but in this case it defeats me utterly. Bugger.
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