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A gift from God, using what's discarded is unshared. Belém monks kept their ancient tart recipe secret. Spun from eggs yolks that they once discarded. Their heavenly baked tarts were so truly unique. That the monks became rich, when their formula was sold. Bakers down-under, now sell their own baked tartlets. Made with a process they too will never reveal. Curling yellow curds; they make their fame and fortune. With a unique secret process only the family knows, Passed down from father to son, in the old ways.

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Date: 7/30/2025 5:37:00 PM
Very informative poetry, John. Thank you for sharing it with us, my friend. A poet friend in Texas, Bill
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Date: 7/30/2025 5:01:00 PM
Interesting! We all want to try the custards and tartlets!
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Date: 7/30/2025 3:16:00 PM
Your poem made me smile as I cant abide custard tarts but hubby loves them and will be sampling them once again when we go to madeira! hugs jan xx
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Date: 7/30/2025 3:34:00 PM
yeah I love them- Aussie Style - as an aside, when I went to Italy I made a pact to never eat Pizza there! It would forever spoil them it home!

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