I have this strange love-hate relationship with egg tart, stemming from this period during my teenage years when my Dad went through this crazy egg tart phase. For months it went on that he would buy one box of Lord Stow’s Egg Tarts every single Sunday, and then during afternoon teatime he would gather us around to finish the box off together. Us kids would gobble them up in a matter of seconds. At first I loved this weekly snack-time routine because Lord Stow’s back then made really mean egg tarts (not so sure now since I haven’t had one in a loooooong time). Despite loving these afternoons of family bonding, after so many…
