… well, I bet THAT got you interested!
Those of you who read this regularly might have noticed that I haven’t been posting as much as usual – that’s a combination of work getting in the way and a few worries at home. I’ve hardly done any cooking at all. My darling aunt is really quite ill, so I have returned to the grim North to see her.
I got up to the most marvellous sunrise and tried to think what it meant.. red sky in the morning?
Was that the bad weather portent.. or was it going to be good weather? I set off muttering “red sky at night….shepherd’s delight… red sky in the morning…. oh dammit!”
I had a long drive…….
.. and yes, it started to snow… AGAIN!
By the time I was driving up this road, my most favourite road in the world, the road back into my village, it had snowed.
In two hours everything had gone from a normal wintry day, with no snow, to thick snow
When I went to my mother’s house, what had been clear of snow, two hours previously, was now two inches deep.
I just wish it would all go away.
Anyway, back to the car thing……my aunt hasn’t been eating and as I would do anything for her, I asked what she could manage a mouthful of. She’s stuck in hospital, watching yet more snow whirl past her window and marvellous though the NHS have been for her, they can’t possibly make dishes to order.
They have to cater for thousands every day and that means making stuff that appeals to the majority. That’s fine, in the main, but she was tired of yoghurts and jelly…. but she could, perhaps, manage a spoonful or so of creme brulee.
So, the devoted niece drove straight to Marks and Spencer and bought two little creme brulees. I would have made it myself but, quite frankly, I didn’t have the time.
That’s the packet, balanced on the dashboard of my car.
They looked delicious…but, and this was the big but… you had to put the sugar on the top and grill it to get the lovely brulee crunchy top.
Now, as I said, the NHS is truly marvellous but they just won’t let you wander into their kitchens and borrow a grill.
I had thought of that and I brought along (being a most resourceful niece – comes of being in the Girl Guides, I reckon) my kitchen blow torch.
They wouldn’t let me fire it up in her room, either.
Risk of fire and all that.. so….
I sat in the car in the car park and brulee’d the little pot, balanced on my leg, until it was golden and crunchy.
Was it worth it? Oh yes. My little aunt ate it all up… and the added bonus was that my car smelled divine!
So. Beat that. Of all the things anyone has done in a car, I reckon finishing off a creme brulee is probably the strangest…
Unless, of course, you know different?