<!--smart_paging_filter--><small><b>From SAVEUR Issue #158</b></small><br>It was on the way from the beach that I had the epiphany that led me to culinary school. I was 19 and summering with friends in La Croix-Valmer on France's southern coast. The farm stand tucked amid roadside vineyards was a riot of peak-season color: crimson tomatoes, emerald melons, plums in purples and yellows. I was set on fresh apricots—until I saw the apricot tart. A thin, bronzed crust encircling fat, orange half-orbs scattered with toasted almonds, it looked scrumptious. <em><a href="http://www.saveur.com/article/kitchen/the-pastry-stop">Keep reading »</a></em>
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