I’ve been sick. Again. Like we’ve ALL been sick this whole stupid winter.
This time I’ve had a headache and raging sore throat, complete with hacking cough, chills, and sandpaper voice. It’s bad enough that I’ve been sleeping with cough drops under my pillow for emergency relief during the night-it’s only been that bad a couple times in my life.
Yesterday as I sat on the couch, shivering and feeling sorry for myself, my little ones did their best to take care of me. Sammy made me some delicious water. Jenna plied me with many pieces of plastic cake.
Somehow, this did not relieve the aching burn in my throat. For dinner, I had no desire for “real food”. As I rooted through the fridge, then freezer for something soothing…. I came across this.
I thought it was worth a shot, something smooth, warm, delicious…. and fast.
The box contains 2 little ceramic ramekins and 2 little packets of granulated sugar. I made one, and saved one for later. For myself. Because I’m sick.
Directions are super easy, move the oven rack higher, and put the oven on broil. Spread the sugar evenly over the top of the crème brulee and stick it in the oven when it’s hot enough. Do yourself a favor and put it on a cookie sheet or something like I DIDN’T, so you don’t have to reach in and melt your hands as you try to pick up this little ceramic dish full of hot liquid custard when it’s done.
Turn on the oven light, and watch in amazement and the sugar starts to melt and bubble. Keep in it for about 6 minutes. Take it out.
Now, you are supposed to let it set out for about 10 minutes, and then put it in the fridge for another 10 minutes. This allows the custard to firm up.
I didn’t wait.
I think I put it in the fridge for about 3 minutes so I wouldn’t completely scald myself, then got impatient.
It was a perfect coating of delicious, creamy goodness for my tortured esophagus. A little runny for some, easily remedied if anyone had the time or inclination to follow directions. I gave a spoon to my husband. Just one spoon. He pronounced it “eggy”.
Since he calls ALL crème brulee we have ever tried “eggy”, I am going to assume he also feels it was restaurant quality.
And you get to keep the cute little dish!!!
I’m eating the 2nd serving tonight. All by myself. Not a bit guilty about that.