When I think of tarts, bundles of fruit and delicious custardy pastry creams instantly flood my mind. I feel like that’s what these little spectacles of elegancy and class are characterized by. Waves of colors, shapes, textures are usually what tarts consist of. I picture them in long symmetric rows, one after the other as if they are never-ending. I also feel like I should be eating cheese, drinking Rose wine, sitting underneath the Eiffel Tower and saying things like “oh mon dieu!” But what I really can’t get out of my mind is the fruit aspect. For some reason, they were previously tied to containing only fresh ingredients in my head. As usual, I decided to take this the opposite direction.