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		<title>Rich Portuguese Custard</title>
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Don’t tell my boyfriend, ‘cause he’ll just say ‘I told you so’- I didn’t really like custard until I went to Portugal. When it came to dessert, I was strictly a chocolate-something-served-with-lashings-of-whipped-cream kind of gal. I didn’t really understand the fascination with that sweet, thick, eggy goo. That was until I’d been to Belém and tried the famous tarts that have been made their since 1857. Fresh from the oven, rich, golden and irresistibly crunchy and sprinkled liberally with cinnamon. I still have dreams about them. Sigh.]]></description>
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