Paul had dinner with colleagues last night at a very nice restaurant and brought home most of his creme brulee. He offered it to me but I declined as I wasn’t hungry. Today though, getting things ready for dinner, the small container beckoned me. I took it out and examined its contents.
The caramelized sugar was soft, of course, but there were very firm and attractive looking berries peaking through the custard.
“Alison, you are better than day old creme brulee,” I told myself, as I reached for a spoon.
Well, I was wrong.
1. Apologies to any sticklers in the crowd for the lack of accents. I’m stealing time here.
2. I only had the spoonful! Am waiting very patiently for dinner to finish it ALL!
3. If you don’t think I’m willing to wrestle Paul to the death for that ALL, you haven’t been reading this blog long enough.
how big is that dessert?