Growing up in the eighties in Manhattan, I used to beg my mother to buy me pop tarts. Don’t ask me why. I tasted one the other day and they’re brittle and sugary cardboard in a box. But all the kids had them for breakfast. My mother used to give me cereal or fruit instead. I’m glad she did, but lately I got to thinking about those pop tarts I used to covet. I mean, they’re pretty disgusting. So I started working on a homemade version. I went with a pecan pie filling. Instead of dry brittle pastry I went with a buttery, flaky pie dough. The topping is a brown butter icing.
Next I’m thinking lemon curd filling for a little tartness, maybe with an orange drizzle? What was your favorite pop tart growing up?