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May 13, 2008

Pastry Making With Robbo The Llama Butcher

Madame's Nightshirt
Mrs. Peperium


"That was the day she [Kate Middleton] revealed her jam filling for charity's sake."

Ah, do I even want to know?

- Robbo the Llama Butcher

Robbo, as your doctor I would say since you asked you really do want to know. I'm not an authority on slang, American or British, but knowing my way around the kitchen particualry with a pound or two of unsalted butter in my hands, I knew exactly what Elspeth, Jane and their unnamed token Catholic roommate meant with their quaint (and very clever, I might add) use of peek-a-boo tart and jam filling to describe Kate Middleton's female attributes. Clearly these 3 young ladies, even though they reside somewhat near old Brompton Road, possess some knowledge of the kitchen arts. I do not know if Kate Middleton does.

A peek-a-boo jam tart is a classic jam tart with strips of pastry (lovingly) laid across the top to hide parts of the sumptuous and quite delicious jam filling. The jam actually is to peek out and bubble up during baking at a high temperature from beneath the pastry strips.

Classic peek-a-boo jam tarts
The presumed future Tart of England, after the Buried-In-A-Y-Shaped-Coffin, old Tart Camilla, Kate Middleton in her classic black peek-a-boo cocktail dress.

Yeah, it's a safe bet Prince William's favorite dish is bubble and squeak....


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Comments

Thankee, Dr. P.

"Honi soit qui boo y pense," I suppose.

What? you're a garter man?

Still waters do run very deep, don't they?

Indeed, you have to be careful about coming up to the surface slowly so as not to get the bends.

I could certainly appreciate her in garters, however 'The Tart of England' might want to consider what is and what is not befitting a future consort to the King... that is, if the monarchy survives that long. Lately, I have been checking the Daily Telegraph for the 'completely unexpected' death of ravens.

By the way, Mrs. P, you must send me some of those tarts, with which I will gorge myself while watching Miss Middleton trot down the runway.

The Queen Mum must be turning in her grave.

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