Pineapple fridge tart...from gym

A lot of culinary happenings happened in our home this weekend, but the only one I have time to write about is the pineapple fridge tart which Son made for dessert on Saturday evening. Boet and his gorgeous girlfriend were down for the weekend, so I wanted to make a special supper, with a dessert that did not include chocolate for a change. I wafted around the blogs looking for something suitable and found a cheesecake, but when I went to gym after work on Friday, my cousin Bron told me about her mom's never fail fridge tart. Now have you ever tried to get a recipe into your head while throwing your body around during a heat wave? Well this is how it went.

Bron on one machine, me on the next (we do a circuit).

First Bron tells me nothing can go wrong with the recipe, which sells me immediately.

Bron: The crust is made with tennis biscuits and melted butter.

Colleen: OK.

Both: Move to the next station.

Bron: Mix a tub of cream with a tin of condensed milk.

Both: Move to the next station. This is a slow process, because Bron has to gasp out the recipes between squats and kicks. Bron: Add a tin of crushed pineapple.

Colleen: OK. (moment of silence) To what?

Both: Gasp. Wheeze. Sweat. Move to the next station.

Bron: To the cream and condensed milk mixture.

Colleen: OK.

Bron: Then add a packet of lemon jelly made up to 250 ml of hot water.

Both: Move to the next station.

Bron: Add jelly to mixture along with some lemon juice to help curdling.

Colleen: OK.

Both: Move to the next station.

Bron: This is awful. Why do we do this?

Both: Move to the next station.

Colleen: Because we know if we don't (wheeze, gasp) the other one of us will put up a fuss. And its good for us (wheeze gasp).

Bron: Ja, ok. (wheeze, gasp)

Both: Finish the circuit feeling very virtuous.

Colleen: Ok, so what do I have to buy to make this tart?

Bron: (She is younger and smaller than me, so she has to be tolerant and patronising). Coll, there are 6 ingredients. Remember the lemon jelly and lemon juice. Then the milky things; cream and condensed milk. And its a pineapple fridge tart so you need a tin of pineapple and the tennis biscuits for the crust.

Colleen: Now that's a cognitive exercise I can relate to!

So I stop off at Spar, in my gym clothes which includes a T-shirt from the Treatment Action Campaign that says HIV POSITIVE, and get all the ingredients, counting all six on the fingers Bronwen had used. Back at the car the car guard stops me and tells me to show my T-shirt to our President because he 'does not know.' I am delighted that car guards in SA are more responsible than our President!

I get home and run a soaking bath to rid myself of the pressures of the week and prepare for a night out with the girls again. Son calls through the bathroom door that the ingredients in the shopping bag are clearly for Saturdays dessert. I say yes. He asks, "what do do with the tennis biscuits?". I explain that the food processor and a lump pf butter are involved. I hear the whizzing of the food processor. Next he asks, "What do I do with the rest?" I explain. I get out of the bath and dessert for Saturday is done and in the fridge.

I am the luckiest Mom in the world! And the tart was scrumptious served with fresh strawberries and a dusting of Nesquick for beauty sake. Sorry no pics. Too much kuiering and not enough thinking about the blog readers.