Earl Grey Tea Pastry Cream in a Chocolate Tart Shell

A friend who is a chocolate maker in Chicago sent a box of chocolates to me at the bakery. I tasted a few, then packed up the box to take home with some papers. When I got to my door, I could here the phone ringing inside. I rushed in, threw down everything I was holding, and ran for the phone. Later that night, as I was getting into bed it hit me: I had thrown the chocolates onto the stove. I rushed downstairs and confirmed the worst: Bull’s-eye on the pilot light. In the box, which had be