(Posted by Jenny from The Reckless Chef)

Rebekah hasn’t had the best luck with fire lately. First, we discovered her lack of smoke alarm thanks to an ancient oven and a blackberry pie. Then, the laundromat brought her some more fire woes, and reminded her why she’ll never be Zen. Needless to say, she’s probably not the biggest fan of anything in flagrante.

So, while Rebekah is off catching some R & R in a warmer climate, I’m guest posting with a little fire-demon-exorcising:

Ladies and gentlemen, meet the dessert that cannot catch fire no matter how much I try…aka the Chandelier-Swinging Black-and-Blue Mini Tart!

Want your own?

You’ll need:
1/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup water
heaping 1/2 cup blueberries
heaping 1/2 cup blackberries
1/2 tsp lime juice
mini phyllo dough shells (pre-baked)
whipped cream
vodka (optional)

Do this:
Preheat your oven to 350, and line a baking sheet with parchment paper. Arrange the mini phyllo shells on the baking sheet.

Stir the sugar and water together in a saucepan, and bring to a boil. Add the berries, and once the liquid reaches a rolling boil, turn the heat down to medium. Let the sugar-fruit mixture hang out on the stove until the berries plump and soften, and all start to look purple instead of blue and black. Using a slotted spoon, separate the fruit from the liquid — it’ll make filling the shells much less messy!

Fill the mini phyllo shells with berries (and a little bit of juice), and bake for 3-5 minutes. Eat the rest of the berries. And, just between us…I won’t judge you if you drink the juice.

Top the mini tarts with whipped cream, and enjoy. They’re bite-sized and have fruit in them, so feel good about the (relatively) healthy dessert you just made!

Optional: Forget the whipped cream. Pour vodka over the tarts, and attempt fail to light on fire for the amusement of Rebekah and her readers.

Oh yeah…for your amusement, a video of me trying to set these on fire:

(Note before you play: There’s music embedded. I don’t know how to lower the volume.)

As you can see, it didn’t work (no matter how much vodka I poured!) — I’m going to take that as a sign that Rebekah’s fire demons are gone