Picnics with Feet

This rather sad looking tart was originally a Date, Cardamom and Orange tart for my wonderful friend Emma's birthday...however it was destined for disaster.

Choosing to have a picnic with fragile food stuffs is probably a silly thing to do at the best of times, especially when there is a little one around but it was just too beautiful an evening to pass up eating outside. Two minutes was all it took for devastation on a mass scale - Lily, Emma's unsuspecting one year old trampled in my hours of hard work. Noooooo!

It was salvagable and so later when about to slice up the remainder of the tart there was not one, but two little Lily footprints in our tart! And that's not all, low and behold I stood in the bloody thing when taking pictures.

I havn't even mentioned the houmous...if you enjoy your food messy stylee picnics in a park, on a sunny eve with Lily are the way to go. It was such a great evening. So much so that our nest door neighbour (houmous victim) wrote a funny poem about it that night. Alls well that ends well.