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Pear & Marzipan Tart

Leftovers are the thing these days, right?  A recent magazine I read had a recipe for Christmas Cake Alaska, which sounds more complicated than making the original cake!  Plus, how do you have leftover Christmas cake?  It lasts forever, and we're still happily munching our way through ours.  I wouldn't even dare try and disappear with a chunk of it!

Anyway, if I am trying to use up leftovers, I use (a) something that will actually go off and (b) as little effort as possible.  Sometimes the results are surprisingly good.

Pear & Marzipan Tart

The photography is not surprisingly good.  Sorry.

lump of leftover pastry
lump of leftover marzipan
1 pear

Roll out pastry to line a suitable dish (I used a Pyrex lid about 6 inch diameter).
Roll out the marzipan to fit in the base of the pastry case.
Peel, core and slice the pear, and arrange the slices on top of the marzipan.
Bake for about 20 minutes at 180C / 350F until the pastry is done and pears are soft.
Serve with a lump of leftover ice cream, if you have any!

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