365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Friday, February 9, 2024
Cream Puffs
Day 119: When Ed came up to deliver Max, the countermarche loom, he also brought a sizeable number of foodstuffs I consider luxury items: fruit, fresh veg, pecans and a small bottle of whipping cream to put in his tea. He left the things we didn't eat with me, and I have been delighting in broccoli and cauliflower in cheese sauce, apples, oranges and salami. The whipping cream presented a puzzle. I was certainly not going to waste a drop of it because it's probably been fifty years since I had any of it in the house, but what was the best use? Then it hit me: cream puffs.
Now when I was in high school, "Home Economics" was a mandatory subject. I despised it almost as passionately as I despised History. It didn't help that the teacher didn't like me because I refused to wear a girdle and nylons and, consequently, my grades were very poor. Possibly the only benefit I got from that class was that I learned to make cream puffs, never mind that I couldn't boil water without burning it, but I have probably only made them half a dozen times in the half century which followed. I'm pleased to say that I haven't lost my touch for lack of practice, and Ed's whipping cream is almost gone.
Labels:
cooking,
cream puffs,
whipping cream
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