If you're afraid of butter, use cream (Julia Child)

In my opinion rhubarb is completely underrated. Imagine my glee then, dear readers, when the kind people at Panos decided to add a rhubarb tartlet to their otherwise rather bland selection. I'm too lazy to drive over to Paul's and God knows, I'm incapable of scoffing a whole tart on my own (a tart eating a tart... Oh never mind!). My appetite may be Gargantuan but I do know a limit when it's staring me in the eye.

Anyway, yesterday I was forced to rely on a rather less elegant form of transportation than I am used to. Those in the know will surmise that I am referring to my rather pink yet astoundingly elegant velocipede. An appointment, in an abbey on the other side of the country no less, meant that I had to hop on public transportation.

So there I was ruefully surveying my surroundings when it dawned on me that there was a Panos bakery nearby. 'A rhubarb tartlet, my good man', I trilled only to realise that I had gone out without my purse. Oh the shame of it. I did not feel like relying on the courtesy of a gentleman, and for that matter, there was no gentleman in sight. A quick body search yielded a 2-euro coin and so off I hurried, with my pastry in my handbag.

I ended up consuming it contentedly with a cup of good afternoon tea.