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I come to you today to redeem myself.<\/p>\n
You really were terribly kind last week about the whole budino debacle<\/a>. When I gave you canned beans instead, you didn\u2019t even throw them at me. You really are angels. If I could, I would send every one of your mothers a note to thank them for raising you so well. But that would take forever<\/span>, I fear. Heck, I haven\u2019t even finished the thank-you notes from our wedding<\/a>, and the blasted thing was six months<\/span> ago. (I know, Mom. I know<\/span>.) So how about we just keep it simple? How about we take a moment to acknowledge, right here and right now, how utterly lovely you are, and then we go share a couple butterscotch pots de cr\u00e8me?<\/p>\n These little gems are my new favorite dessert, hands down. Especially after the disappointment of last week. They\u2019re amazing. Like, really, REALLY amazing. Like, \u201cwhat stinkin\u2019 budino?\u201d amazing. Like, tape-the-recipe-to- And to think – I\u2019ve had the recipe sitting in my files for more than four<\/span> years. The poor thing must have been lying there, losing all hope, wondering when, oh when<\/span>, I would take it out and let it shine. Needless to say, now that I\u2019ve brought it out, I don\u2019t intend to ever put it back. Never, ever.<\/p>\n Of course, the best part of the whole thing is that they\u2019re easy<\/span>. So easy, in fact, that I made them entirely while talking on the phone – and talking, no less, about the yet-to-be-determined title of my book, which is incredibly distracting, to say the least. Thank goodness the method is hard to mess up, as quick and straightforward as can be. You warm some cream in a saucepan with muscovado<\/a> sugar and salt; then, in a second saucepan, you cook a sugar syrup to brown and bubbly. Then you combine the two, whisk the mixture into a bowl of egg yolks, pour it through a sieve to get rid of any lumps and bumps, and pour it into ramekins. Then you bake them, cool them, and eat them. Ta da<\/span>!<\/p>\n Cold and and rich and almost hyperbolically creamy, the custard yields under the spoon the way a good down pillow does under your head: with a welcoming, slippery whoosh<\/span>. The gates to heaven have never opened so easily. Thank you, you\u2019re welcome, I\u2019ll see you inside.<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n Two quick bits of housekeeping:<\/p>\n – Lori of the charming – and very inspiring – blog Inspiration Boards<\/a> interviewed me recently, and she posted the interview yesterday. Her questions are so thoughtful and charming and smart; I absolutely loved where they took me. To read my interview, click here<\/a>. Thank you, Lori!<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n Butterscotch Pots de Cr\u00e8me<\/span> This custard gets its deep, warm flavor from the presence of two special sugars: muscovado<\/a> and demerara<\/a>. It may sound fiddly to call for fancy sugars for a simple little custard like this, but trust me: they really seal the deal. They\u2019re the axis on which the whole thin spins. And if you live in a moderate- to good-sized town, they should be fairly easy to find. Here in Seattle, I\u2019ve bought them at gourmet stores like Whole Foods, but this weekend I even saw them at Ballard Market, my neighborhood grocery. I like the brand India Tree<\/a>.<\/p>\n<\/a>
I thought you might like that.<\/p>\n
your-fridge-and-fondle-it-each-time-you-pass amazing. I\u2019ve never heard Brandon cuss so much while eating dessert before. He was swearing up and down, scraping the empty cup like a man possessed. They\u2019re real pots of glory, they are, real pots of gold.<\/p>\n<\/a>
I clipped the recipe from the October 2003 issue of Gourmet<\/span> magazine, and were it not for my iffy experience with the butterscotch budino<\/a>, which set me obsessively on the trail of something better, I might have completely forgotten about it. The recipe comes from an article about a restaurant called The Corn Exchange<\/a> in Rapid City, South Dakota. Its chef, M. J. Adams<\/a>, sounds like someone I\u2019d like to meet: born in Seattle, trained in New York (where she worked under Edna Lewis<\/a>, among others), a supporter of farmers\u2019 markets and local agriculture, and the mastermind behind one of the best little recipes to cross my countertop in a long time. You know you\u2019ve stumbled upon something really<\/span> good when you resent having to share it with anyone – even your husband, the person with whom you\u2019re supposed to want to share these sorts of things. I don\u2019t know who wrote the rules of marriage, but they obviously never tasted a butterscotch pot de cr\u00e8me.<\/p>\n
Adapted from M.J. Adams and Gourmet<\/span>, October 2003<\/p>\n