Day 275

Treacle Tart

I bid the London Games — and British food — a fond farewell tonight with treacle tart. I figured it was doomed to fail, since “treacly” has entered the language as a synonym for outrageously sweet. And I most definitely do not have a sweet tooth. I prefer my food to match my personality: bitter and salty. But, anyway, the recipe I used really cut the sweet with a good dose of lemon. So it was okay.