Wood-roasted salmon tart
200g wood-roasted salmon (available from supermarkets)
3 eggs
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
1½ cups milk
50g butter, melted
¼ cup chopped parsley
¼ cup grated parmesan cheese
½ cup self-raising flour, sifted
1 cup cherry tomatoes, halved
2 tbsp capers (optional)
Lemon wedges, to serve
1. Preheat oven to 190°C. Line a 22cm tart tin with non-stick baking paper or grease a 22cm ceramic pie dish. Flake salmon into bite-sized pieces.
2. Break eggs into a bowl, season well with salt and pepper and whisk lightly. Whisk in milk, melted butter, parsley, parmesan and flour. Pour mixture into the prepared tart tin and bake for 20 minutes.
3. Remove from the oven and scatter top with flaked salmon, cherry tomatoes and capers. Bake for 10 minutes more to heat topping and finish cooking the tart base. Serve in slices with lemon wedges to squeeze over the top.
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