What is "tartlet"

Usage examples of "tartlet".

Pinktrees was nibbling yet another tartlet and talking quietly to Spenson, who was stroking the cat.

Tverskaia Street, and, much as I should have liked it to be supposed that it was the newspapers which most interested me, I had no choice but to begin falling upon tartlet after tartlet.

In fact, for all my bashfulness before a gentleman who kept regarding me with some curiosity from behind a newspaper, I ate with great swiftness a tartlet of each of the eight different sorts which the confectioner kept.

Demerest grunted appreciatively as he bit into a lobster-and-mushroom tartlet garnished with Parmesan cheese.

Messire Den Rannion regarded a glazed onion tartlet with some suspicion and took a slice of bloody beef instead.

Of course, the raspberry tartlet crumbs lining the two guilty mouths put the period to the statement.

But she did serve me some truly excellent raspberry tartlets, and with the cost of raspberries at this time of year, that was generous of her.

He chose one of the tartlets and bit into it, consuming it in two bites.

French lunches do, with tidy circles of Chateaubriand appearing, the empty plates to be cleared before small bundles of beans and carrots were served, followed by fresh little cheeses rolled in chopped nuts, and tiny strawberry tartlets with vanilla coulis.

The penultimate course was presented-tiny tartlets filled with quince and nuts, and fragrant cheeses with toasted slivers of bread-and Javan gradually began to relax a little.

The sandwiches and tartlets were still wrapped, but the gin level had dropped considerably since we had arrived.

Throughout the sandwiches, the cheese and the strawberry tartlets he dissected and discussed the race stride by stride, mostly with disapproval.

A tea tray was set with a silver pot and pretty flowered Limoges cups, as well as an array of little tartlets and pastries.

There was trout from the hills--honest, speckled trout--and a pie of partridges slain prematurely--and what Archie pronounced to be the best beef he had eaten outside England--and an omelet of kidneys and mushrooms--and little tartlets of young raspberries.

So I got Hugh cornered by a plate of my amethyst tarts -- grape jelly in feathery wee tartlets and just a touch of whipped cream -- and told him what had happened.