I'm an emotional eater. It's a fact that I've come to acknowledge, however I'm not going to try and stop the habit. I love chocolate too much to do that!

But emotional eating doesn't have to be about the sweet or unhealthy foods. Sometimes you just need a good green salad to make yourself feel refreshed and, well, ready to act like a human again.

So, I give you the latest result of emotional eating, my first ever tart!

I know, I know, how on earth had I never made a tart (or tarte?) before?! The thing is that I'm not particularly gifted in the 'rolling things out' department. It's hard enough rolling out a little bit of gingerbread. Gluten-free pastry? Fuggettaboutit!

I went to the Dr on Tuesday and it wasn't a normal check up. You've all had experiences like that, I'm sure. That time when you go to the Dr, worried about some creepy symptom or pain, then afterwards - no matter what the outcome (and because Dr's tend to suck the life out of you, don't ask me why)- you have a little break down after you get home.
Yup, that was me on Tuesday morning.

Why, oh why did I decide that making a tart would help to dull the pain? That duelling with some stubborn dough would actually comfort me? I'm insane.

But you know what? It worked. Even though the quiche mixture spilled out of the tin and all through the oven.
I think it was the simple fact that I was following a recipe and I didn't have to think about the ramifications of that Dr's visit. Or the stress of trying to do four huge assignments in three weeks. Or everything else that takes up my time and energy.

Baking can do that for you. It can be the balm for your sore little brain.

Eating doesn't hurt either. Actually, it helps... a lot.


I can hear you asking about the pastry, it's actually the Bakels pastry mix. This was the first time that I've ever used it. The verdict? I liked the convenience, however it was a bit tricky to maneuver into the tart tin so I had to patch the pastry up so much so that it looked like a quilt.
Also, it was very bland, dry and quite crumbly. My Mum, sisters and I all preferred the taste of these 'Meh' crackers, or so I have called them. (Which I had made out of some 'Whatever' pastry, dug out of the depths of the freezer.)

That being said, if I ever come back from the Dr craving tart again, I'll definitely be using the Bakels pastry mix. I like how it is so straight forward. Perfect for my emotional brain!


P.S. Don't worry, I'm ok. I just have bung knees and need to do a lot of work to sort them out.