So I let my wife talk me into having a party on Sunday for some local friends. "Just do some hors d oeuvres," she said "don't make dinner. That's too much work." Oy, sure dinner is more work. But don't think I won't be cooking every spare minute between now and the first doorbell ring on Sunday.
I don't mind at all really. I mean, cooking is my reason-to-be. (So what's to complain about? Nothing, unless I want to give up my reason-to-be I suppose. And what if I did, would I disappear?) Besides, a holiday party gives me an excuse to make things that I do not make on a regular basis but really wish I could. Take creme caramel. I mean WTF? Is there anything easier to make and more grand than a gigantic slope sided cylinder of eggs and milk and sugar? I don't think so.
This might surprise people who regard me as self-realized, totally conscious, unsentimental and coolly rational guy. But I'm not so sure I know my mind very well.
Witness the book that I used for the creme caramel you see in progress in the slide show below. This book (which actually belongs to my wife) has the only recipe for creme caramel that I will make at home. I'm not sure why I do this, but I think it has something to do with sentimentality because it sure as hell isn't rational. Sigh.
I'll take pictures of the finished product and post them later in the week. I can't really unmold the thing and let it sit because it'll collapse after a day or so.
Vanilla Extract courtesy of Exclusively Yours Catering -great stuff!