So I was feeling domestic yesterday and I was craving one of my all-time favorite desserts.
Maybe it’s the creamy sweet custard or the fact that it’s covered in perfectly charred sugar…all I know is that I adore it.
I went to the supermarket…purchased vanilla bean, heavy cream…all the accoutrements. I slaved, I waited and I slaved some more. It was over 5 hours before I could crack open the caramelized shell and take a bite.
My custard was NOT custard. It was more like Crème Bru-soup. I was devastated. All I wanted was some yummy goodness. It was my first big food fail since the Baking Soda-less Irish Soda Bread of 1999…oops.
I will try again…and eventually I will create THE perfect Crème Brulee.
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