Want a twist on an apple tart? This tart starts with a buttery puff pastry base and is topped with a cinnamon scented almond frangipane filling. A layer of sliced apples is placed on top and then a generous drizzle of rich miso caramel, a twist on salted caramel!
This tart is enormous and makes at least 9 large slices to serve with ice cream. I also adored the miso caramel which is so simple to make. This is a simple caramel sauce that doesn't require a sugar thermometer or anything of the sort.
I was making this apple tart on a morning where I was standing at the kitchen counter peeling apples and bobbing them in lemon water. At around 10am every day my neighbour does their morning music ritual. For the last few months it involves sliding open their balcony door and broadcasting loud bongo music for the whole block to hear for an hour. They're not even in our apartment block but because of the configuration of our two apartments, ours is in a C shape and we look straight onto them and vice versa and it's an auditorium sort of effect. There is no privacy, nor is there any escape from the relentless bongo music. I picture Kramer from Seinfeld in there somewhere.
Their music is so loud that I've wanted to leave a note but since it is a different apartment block entirely I don't know which apartment it is. I tried to come up with other ideas to send them a message that their music was obnoxiously loud. My last idea involved shooting a paper plane at their balcony from the garden below with the big message "PLEASE TURN IT DOWN!" in cut out ransom letters but I have terrible aim. So instead, I shut all my windows and put up with the bongo music counting down the days until either we or they move.
But something different happened this weekend. That morning at 9am instead of their usual bongo music they decided to play a crooning boy band romantic hit. I was totally immune to the charms of 90's boy bands. In fact I banned the music at our wedding I hate it so much (it seriously sets off an inexplicable reaction in me). So I found having to listen to it so loudly reaaaally trying. Plus who wakes a whole block by blaring love songs in the morning? "Gaaaahhh," I said to myself trying to decide whether to turn on my own music or wait it out.
Then I heard a loud, deep male voice bellow out, "YOOOOOOO!!!". It reverberated around the apartment block and then a few seconds later, the music was turned off. Is that all I had to do? He didn't even shout anything out about the music in particular, just "Yo!". And then I realised that the simplest solution is sometimes the best. And after that, they never played their bongo music or love songs again. And we ate this tart. Win!
So tell me Dear Reader, what would you have done in this situation? Do you prefer salted caramel to regular? Have you ever tried miso in caramel?
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