Spicy Walnut Brie Tarts

Spicy Walnut Brie Tarts requires about 45 minutes from start to finish. This recipe serves 18 and costs 61 cents per serving. One portion of this dish contains about 4g of protein, 8g of fat, and a total of 163 calories. 2626 people have tried and liked this recipe. If you have walnuts, crescent roll dough, jelly, and a few other ingredients on hand, you can make it. It is brought to you by Unsophisticook. Taking all factors into account, this recipe earns a spoonacular score of 25%, which is rather bad. If you like this recipe, you might also like recipes such as Brie and Asparagus Phyllo Tarts, Brie And Caramelized Mushroom Mini Tarts, and Brie and Caramelized Onion Tarts with Oatcake Crust.

Servings: 18

 

Ingredients:

1 round of brie cheese (8-oz.)

1 can refrigerated crescent roll dough

red pepper jelly

1/2 cup chopped walnuts

Equipment:

oven

mini muffin tray

knife

Cooking instruction summary:

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.Unroll crescent roll dough, and seal the perforations by pressing them together. Cut the dough into 18 squares, and press each square into a mini muffin tin cup.Cut the rind off the brie cheese with a sharp knife, and cut into small chunks. Place a chunk inside the dough in each cup and top with 1/4 teaspoon red pepper jelly. Sprinkle walnuts on top.Bake for approximately 13 minutes or until golden brown.

 

Step by step:


1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees.Unroll crescent roll dough, and seal the perforations by pressing them together.

2. Cut the dough into 18 squares, and press each square into a mini muffin tin cup.

3. Cut the rind off the brie cheese with a sharp knife, and cut into small chunks.

4. Place a chunk inside the dough in each cup and top with 1/4 teaspoon red pepper jelly. Sprinkle walnuts on top.

5. Bake for approximately 13 minutes or until golden brown.


Nutrition Information:

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162k Calories
3g Protein
8g Total Fat
19g Carbs
1% Health Score
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Calories
162k
8%

Fat
8g
13%

  Saturated Fat
3g
22%

Carbohydrates
19g
6%

  Sugar
11g
12%

Cholesterol
12mg
4%

Sodium
184mg
8%

Get Enough Of These
Protein
3g
7%

Manganese
0.12mg
6%

Vitamin B2
0.09mg
5%

Phosphorus
38mg
4%

Copper
0.07mg
4%

Vitamin B12
0.21µg
3%

Selenium
2µg
3%

Folate
13µg
3%

Calcium
30mg
3%

Zinc
0.41mg
3%

Vitamin B6
0.05mg
3%

Iron
0.41mg
2%

Vitamin C
1mg
2%

Magnesium
8mg
2%

Fiber
0.44g
2%

Vitamin B1
0.02mg
2%

Vitamin A
75IU
2%

Potassium
48mg
1%

Vitamin B5
0.11mg
1%

covered percent of daily need
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