I’m on a tart kick and I can’t seem to stop. I know—it’s a little out of control.

Has pregnancy made me more predictable? Maybe a little.
This will be the last tart post for now. Truly. The last one—promise.
I’ve shared a bunch of tarts lately: a salty heirloom tomato and whipped feta tart, beet and goat cheese tarts, and these plum tarts. I even made a ginger peach galette that’s basically a giant tart. I might be slightly obsessed.
I’m dangerously close to making a chocolate fudge and pistachio tart next, but I’ll spare you—maybe not myself, though.