Hello. I’m sorry. You’re welcome. You love me.
-Are suffering from a dreadful case of the Rainy Day Blues
-Would like to eat your feelings
-Are trying to savor the last moments and flavors of winter
-Would like a decent sized addition to your thighs/midsection
-Have any interest in tasting what is quite possibly the best dessert of all time
…I may or may not have just the thing for you. It’s name is Maple Pot de Crème and it will change your life.
I might be mad at you if you don’t find a way to obtain these as soon as possible. Make them, have your mom make them, pay your neighbor to make them.. find me, and I’ll make them. For heaven’s sake, if you have any decency, indulge yourself in these golden blessings.
Let me back up a bit- I’m guessing at least half of you are about about to google ‘pot de crème’ because, well, you are regular people. ‘Pot de Crème’ [poe duh krem] is simply a fancy shmancy French way of saying pot of custard. I described these to my friends as “like crème brulée but maple and without the torch on top.” I’m afraid to torch my food. Am I the only one? Anyways, these are smooth as velvet and make your tongue want to dance and throw confetti. Have I suggested that you try them? Because you reeeeeeally, reeeally should. For real guys. This is not a laughing matter. Continue reading