Someone actually found eggs at the store yesterday.
I thawed a quart measure of mixed berries, and then realized, wait, wrong recipe: the clafoutis only called for two cups.
Two condensed cups, how about, as they kind of slumped coming out of the microwave, but I dutifully (and somewhat generously) measured into the Mel and Kris ceramic pan.
You know, I know you don’t put butter in clafoutis, but it would sure improve it if you did, so I melted two tablespoons of Costco’s finest and into the batter.
Then what, I wondered, standing there a moment looking at it, do I do with the juices and berries still sitting in that big measuring cup?
Someone is having a birthday shortly, and someone couldn’t find whipping cream yesterday and someone bought canned spray cream. Two of them. Because it’s going to be his cake and those are fun and we could use some fun.
I thought, what the heck, cracked an egg in and pssssssst with the cream on top. Whisked it. Nuked it.
Now that. That is the level of fat you want with those berries (even if you think you shouldn’t really.)
