The decision was simple. Major banana cravings then came the hankerings for dulce de leche, chocolate and cream. Oh why hello chocolate banoffee tart! It looks pretty innocent now but you should’ve seen what happened when I took a knife to it.
Imagine the onslaught of colourful expletives as I cut into the tart only to have the caramel ooze everywhere and the whole thing degenerate into a broken sloppy mess. CURSES. But it was entirely my fault. I left the tart sitting in my fridge for a couple of days because I was too busy to take photos and well, actually start eating it. So judging from the ominous water droplets on the lid of its storage container and probably because of the bananas, the caramel simply latched on to the moisture and turned to liquid again.
Oh and double the my-bads. The dulce de leche wasn’t thick enough to begin with because it took forever in a double boiler to cook and I thought what the heck, throw the sucker in the tart, I wanna go to bed! Lesson for me: I suck at making caramel using tins of condensed milk and I still have a phobia of exploding metal cans so stick to homemade.
I managed to rescue an intact slice from the carnage of my hissy fit and it satisfied my cravings but did little to ease the guilt of my tantrum (I believe there there were hysterical shrieks about never making desserts again).
Bottom line is, this mayhem had nothing to do with the recipe but everything to do with my clumsiness and lazy ass. So don’t be put off making it because this tart will gratify every sugary cavity in your body and make your toes curl. Now I’m off to redeem myself and deliver a tart as promised to the man. Poor trooper shouldn’t have to suffer from my baking tantrums.