I remember a pre-kiddy weekend in Lisbon about 5 years ago. After an early flight we arrived in the city centre, dropped our bags at the lovely hotel, and went for our first wander. Peckish, we dropped into this really ordinary cake shop / cafe. There were no price or labels on the cakes. They spoke no English – we had barely cracked open the guidebook so we had literally no Portuguese. But happily, by way of lots of smiling and pointing, we managed to get a great assembly of cakes and much needed coffee. It was heaven!
Though made – and eaten, in very different surroundings these days, these little custard tarts from Lisa Faulkner’s great book – Recipes From My Mother For My Daughter, bring me right back.