Growing up there were two very important dates in our lives . The first was Christmas day, and the other the Prince Albert Agriculture fair. We children lived in glorious anticipation of each date. Sister Heather and I planned for weeks ahead what we would wear. We prayed it wouldn’t rain on Fair Day. Going to the fair was an exotic journey. The Fairground located on what had been part of an Indian reservation gave them free admission. They pitched tents, dressed in ceremonial costumes and were a thrilling part of Going To The Fair.
The Fair was pink cotton candy, jewel red candy apples and fat cobs of corn dripping with butter. It was the heady aroma of onions frying, sizzling burgers and french fries. It was the shouting of the barkers inviting you into mysterious tents. The thrill of the tilt-a-wheel, the merry-go-round, the ferris wheel.
(the pavilion for horticultural, baking, sewing and 4-H club exhibits)
Best of all the fair was about exhibits; kaleidoscopes of quilts, masses of gorgeous prize wining flowers, and our favorite, mouth-watering baking. Sister Heather and I would patrol the baking exhibits, lingering long over the Blue Ribbon First prize winners. It was butter tarts that captured my interest. Their very rich name BUTTER tarts, said it all. And, so began my lengthy love affair with butter tarts. In used book stores and thrift shops I am always looking for those small town cookbooks filled with favorite recipes.
The butter tart recipe I used today came from THE HARROW FAIR COOKBOOK. It’s filled with nostalgic photographs and prize-winning recipes. It’s a joy to read. I’ve changed the recipe only slightly. Bake and enjoy. THE HARROW FAIR FIRST PRIZE BUTTER-TARTS. The recipe is on my blog MRS. BUTTERFINGERS.