Bananas take on a lovely deep flavor when baked, releasing their juices and caramelizing on top. There is nothing quite like a house perfumed by sweet roasting bananas. Too bad they look like they’ve emerged on the losing end of a fight, all soft, bruised and black in places. My gracious guests’ only comment was that it was very good. This is a dessert for people who can appreciate inner beauty.
In our country of eternal summer, the changing seasons evoked by this rustic fruit tart makes up a large part of its appeal. It appears in other blogs with impromptu visits from friends, farmer’s markets, and weather cool enough for dough to survive more than 2 mintues out of the fridge. I try to create these experiences by making galette.