Passion for tarts

I found myself this morning like some kind of cake addict with my nose pressed against the sliding glass door of The Welsh Lady's cake shop. It was 8.59 and on the way to school the 9 year old birthday boy had asked whether I could get him some cake to take to school. Considering I've had, and are having lots of b'day celebrations for him over the next few days I hadn't even considered a 'school cake'. But I felt like a bad mother, so I thought I'd get him one.
I've never been able to buy those mock cream horrors on offer at the supermarket and the nine year old seems to have some kind of sensitvity to them, invariably throwing up bob-the-builder-blue icing shortly after eating it.

So I decided to pop into the Welsh Lady (despite the fact we were running late for school- more on that to come) and get a cake. Gwen Gedeon, aka The Welsh Lady (http://www.welshlady.com.au)is an cake artist bar none, but as beautiful as they looked, I thought something small was better, seeing I had no knife and knew the teacher wouldn't appreciate the bitching over piece sizes a cake that had to be divided by 19 would cause. So the nine year old and I decided on some passionfruit tartlets and he went off with his posh box of tiny treats looking very pleased with himself. Appparently there were almost fisticuffs in the playground over who was to get the very last one!