Tartlet. Funny word, isn’t it? I just want to keep saying it over and over and over…
Ok, we’ll get to those. Story time first.
Saturday we went out to dinner with my parents. No special occasion, just a much needed night out of the house for me with an equally as much needed bottle of wine. And guess where the conversation somehow headed about 15 minutes into the night?
This is nothing new. I hear it from every angle in my life and my parents (read: my mom) are one of the more frequent sources. Apparently, whatever biological clock I was supposed to have in this area of life skipped me but more than made up for it in my mom’s desire for grandchildren.
“Oh, but you don’t realize how much you’ll love them until they’re here.”
“The not-sleeping thing is only temporary.”
“You’re going to be so lonely when you’re older.’
“It’s the biggest joy you can ever imagine.”
I could probably fill a book with the reasons people state for having kids.
And you know what, I believe them all. I bet it is the best damn joy in your life. Really, I do. I feel that way about my freakin’ dog so I can only imagine how a kid would make me feel. And I do realize the sleep thing is probably at most a year. And yes, I think your kids are cute and sometimes I get a fleeting moment of “aw” when I’m holding them.
But you want to know what else?
I can find plenty of other joys that aren’t going to plague me with constant worry for the rest of my life, cost me hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of dollars or eat up every last second of my time and attention for the best years of my life. I’m not too keen on waiting until 60 when the kids are finally grown up and out of the house to do those bucket list things. Also, you should see me after one night of interrupted sleep from my dog let alone months on end of midnight feedings. I’m quite confident I’d be institutionalized by week 2.
The kid convo dragged along until the food came and then we all shut up as coconut curry mussels, coq au vin and burgers made their way into our mouths.
Fast forward to yesterday and there I am about 15 minutes into carefully running a knife around these mini-muffin cups trying to pop out these tartlets while keeping them intact and I get a text from my mom.
“Sorry about the baby talk last night.”
I put the knife down and respond, “It doesn’t bother me. It’s not like it remotely changes my mind.”
Because when it comes down to it, I’d rather spend an inordinate amount of my Sunday afternoon tending to tartlets than to children. Especially almond & coconut butter and chocolate filled ones.
- 1 cup walnuts
- ¼ cup pecans
- 2-3 medjool dates (start with 2, see directions for explanation)
- 2 tablespoons creamy almond butter
- 1 tablespoon coconut butter
- ¼ cup dark chocolate chips
- ½ tablespoon coconut oil
- Place tartlet shell ingredients in a food processor starting with 2 dates and process until a fine crumble results. If you can pinch together the mixture and it holds then transfer to a bowl. If not, add another ½-1 date and process again until the mixture is sticky enough to form a crust.
- Grease a mini-muffin pan with coconut oil.
- Place a spoonful of the nut mixture into the muffin tin and press down with your fingers and up along the sides of the tin. You want the sides to be pretty thick so that they don’t crumble when you remove the tarts.
- Fill remaining tins the same way.
- Place pan in the freezer for about 30 minutes until the shells harden.
- Remove the pan from the freezer and carefully remove tartlets using a knife to loosen around the edges. You may have to reinforce with your fingers once they’re out if portions collapsed. They won’t come out easily, but I did it with some patience and caution.
- In a small bowl combine your filling ingredients and microwave until softened. Use a spoon to combine and then fill the tartlet shells.
- You can eat them as is or return to the freezer to harden.
- Keep refrigerated or frozen.