Banana cream tart counts as a fruit...right?

Back in October we went to Carmel for the weekend to celebrate Nick's birthday and while we were there we met a feisty old woman who was there with her family celebrating her 80th birthday. We were standing in line to have lunch at a french cafe and got to talking. She used to live in San Francisco (before her daughter forced her to move to the East Bay to be closer to them, which she was completely bitter about, but in an endearing way). She told us about a little bakery in the Mission called Tartine where she used to stop every week before her computer class. Just listening to her describe all the desserts she sampled made our mouths water.

So after a long weekend with a cranky pregnant woman and a cranky sick husband, Nick decides the best solution is a trip to Tartine. At 6pm on a Sunday there was a line out the door, which had to be a good sign. On the front door was posted "Fresh bread baked Wed - Sun. Served hot after 5pm." Oh man. We left with a small banana chocolate cream tart, an almond meringue, a gruyere and thyme gougere (basically a popover), and a huge loaf of crusty country bread, warm from the oven. I wanted to get a slice of lemon meringue cake too, but you've got to set limits somewhere, right?

The popover thingy was gone by the time we got to the car, we ate half the loaf of bread for dinner and the banana cream tart for dessert. I love being pregnant.