I believe it was Delia Smith who said 'life's too short to make pastry' (probably), so yesterday I bought some ready-to-roll pastry to make a steak pie.
There was going to be plenty left over so this afternoon I decided to go all domesticated and bake some jam tarts with Presley.
He 'helped' flour the worktop and rolling pin (and his hands, hair, clothes, Jessie cat and his chair). We rolled out the pastry and cut out a dozen circles. We placed six of them on a baking tray. Next Presley painted the edges of the circles (mainly) with milk. We then cut smaller circles out of the remaining original circles.
Still with me?
We took the rings of pastry and laid them on the top of the milky circles on the baking tray. We then popped a blob of jam in each small circle - as seen on Big Cook Little Cook (oh how carefully I typed that)!
That's all there is to it. Presley and I sat and watched the oven expectantly.
We weren't expecting this:
Can you work out the flaw in my otherwise cunning culinary plan?