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Beat your eggs up, light and quick; Froth them thick; Mingle with them while you beat Juice of lemon, essence fine; Then combine The best milk of almonds sweet.

Circle with a custard paste The slim waist Of your tartlet-moulds; the top With a skilful finger print, Nick and dint, Round their edge, then, drop by drop.

In its little dainty bed Your cream shed: In the oven place each mould: Reappearing, softly browned, The renowned Almond tartlets you behold!

Exquisite! Delicious!

Homph!

Lulled by your voice, did you see how they were stuffing themselves?