The Lemon Curd Tart

We arrived in Carmel about two hours before our dinner reservation yesterday evening and so we decided we would grab a little pastry to hold us over since we had not eaten lunch. We found a lovely little patisserie, and, while all of the selections looked fabulous, Chuck told me to pick one, so I picked a lemon curd tart. Chuck said he would order, so he stepped up to the counter and told the man, "I'd like a lemon turd cart." He immediately realized what he had said and apologized profusely and then said, "Let me try that again. We would like one lemon turd cart to split between us."

At this point, the man is getting a little tickled, and I'm starting to guffaw when Chuck said, "I can't believe I did that twice. Please pardon me." He then tried to order a third time and promptly said, "We would like one lemon turd cart," for the third time . The man behind the counter and I both lost it, and I just looked at the man and said, “One lemon tart please."

I will tell you that that lemon tart was the best I've ever tasted, but the story is even better. About 3 o'clock this morning. I woke up to Chuck laughing and saying out loud, "I can't believe I said 'lemon turd cart' three times."Read more