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Funfetti Eclairs

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I think I’ve mentioned on here once or twice that my mamma isn’t much of a baker, so it’s a surprise that I really enjoy it. Try she did though, because she wanted to make my sisters and I very happy. Growing up, she’d bake us cookies from a tube and cake from a box, and we loved it all the same because sweets are sweets to kids no matter how they’re made, let’s be honest. To this day I still have a love for funfetti cake from a box that is unexplainable to me, and I find it to be so funny because I was just talking to a friend about how we both know our way around a kitchen and can make any cake from scratch with our eyes closed, yet cake from a box still tastes the best. Why is that? There’s just something so great about the texture and taste of it. You can’t really replicate that moistness (I’m sorry) in a homemade cake. Neither of us could explain it. I think it’s just a reminder being a kid and eating it all of the time. Mom would always make us a boxed cake whenever we were bored or wanted a treat or for a special occasion. She wouldn’t make it fancy either, so there weren’t multiple layers or anything like that. She’d bake the cake in a rectangle pan and let us frost the top and my sister’s and I would load it up with all the sprinkles we wanted. That’s what I call a childhood. 

These Funfetti Eclairs are a nod to my childhood, and to anyone else out there who had (and maybe still has) a love for boxed funfetti cake that will never go away. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I had eclairs growing up, I didn’t even know that they existed when I was a kid. But I figured that since funfetti everything has already been created, why not try a new take on something that hasn’t already been thought up. That’s how these Funfetti Eclairs came to be. If you’ve been following along, you’ll remember that I made S’mores Eclairs on the blog not too long ago. I’m currently on an eclairs journey and I hope you can jump on board with me because now you have two to try. You better get a move on it. 

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Mixed Berry Tart

Birthdays come once a year. Along with this joyous day of birth, brings with it all sorts of festivities. Parties filled with people. Parties filled with music. Parties filled with games. Parties filled with decorations. Parties filled with booze. Parties filled with food. But most importantly, parties filled with cake. As we get older we no longer look forward to extravagant get togethers with obscene amounts of gifts. The big things do not matter to us anymore. Rather we take comfort in the little things. The loved ones that surround us. The hugs and kisses we receive. We take solace in the good times and memories we create, instead of the number of presents on the table. The tearing of beautiful paper that hugs the packages, just isn’t important anymore. Good food, wine, company and laughs are all we need. In fact there are even some instances, a year here and there, in which we might forget that our birthday is near. We overlook the idea of our special day on the horizon. As if by not keeping track of this day will make the prospect of us getting older any less realistic. No, ignoring it will not work. Pushing it off and out of our minds, will not turn back the hands of time. We won’t get any younger by denying the day, no matter how many times we pretend to be a certain age.

Once we lose the fascination of presents, cake takes over and becomes our main priority. Delicious cake, high towards the sky, is what excites us about our day. As our age grows in number, the candles start to dwindle. No longer is it fun to put the exact amount of candles on the cake. Covering it with a vast array of dancing flames, with which illuminate are eager faces. Perhaps it’s because lighting that many candles takes too long? Maybe we do not want to buy that many candles? It could also be because lighting one sole candle is so much easier and less dangerous. You can put that fire extinguisher down and put away the rest of the candles, as one is more than enough for me these days. Whatever the case may be, that edible centerpiece is now the most important aspect of the celebration, when it comes to birthdays. It’s our day and therefore we have the right to indulge in a piece-or two-of cake. And why shouldn’t we?

Age is just a number and we cannot look to it to define us. We’re not getting older, we’re just getting seasoned. Look onto those youngins and be content in knowing that we have that many more years of knowledge ahead of them. Many more years of experience and life lessons that have taught us oh so much, than they do. In fact, feel sorry for them. Feel sorry because they are not at your age. You got to an age that has taught you so much. Sure we might complain, every so often, that we’re getting old and dreading our next birthday. But what you have to remember is that no matter how old you turn, there will always be someone who is older than you. There will always be someone who you cannot compete with. And that someone-or something I should say-is America. Yes, we forgot about the little detail that America has a birthday too. America does not need any presents. It does not look for or expect birthday cards and balloons. But what it does need. What it does deserve, is cake. But oh no, a regular cake will not suffice. An plain and ordinary vanilla or chocolate cake will not do. America deserves something special. Something fantastic and delicious. It needs to have a triple berry tart. A tart topped with ridiculous amounts of strawberries and blueberries and raspberries. Fresh berries. Fresh strawberries and fresh blueberries and fresh raspberries. Delicious berries. While you’re at it, put a candle on it and let’s sing Happy Birthday to the United States. If getting older requires a fake age, then America definitely needs one. Happy 236th Birthday America. Thanks for all the good times and happy memories. I will however, not thank you for the hot weather and treacherous sun, of whom I hate so much with a passion. But that’s another story, America. Another story for another time. This time you shall enjoy your mixed berry tart in peace.

This tart plays out in four acts.

The first act is to make the pastry cream.

The second act is to make the tart shell.

The third act is to make the yellow cake.

And the final act is to decorate with fresh berries. Queue fireworks. Drop the banners. Wave the flags.

Let’s start with numero uno.

Here is what we’ll need….

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