'Tis the post before Christmas...
Oh, wait, that was last year!
Back when I was a wee one, Christmas was something I just couldn't wait for. Not for traditional reasons, mind you (although, I was never one to turn away a present); but because that was the one time of year when the siblings of Cher would come home. Relieving me from my solitary child existence for a few short days - or if I was really lucky a week or so.
You see, both of my siblings were quite a bit older than I - by the time I reached my 5th birthday, every one had pretty much up and abandoned me. (In my 5-year old mind, it was abandonment, pure and simple). First it was off to college and later they settled down, found jobs, married (or not), had children (or not). I can remember being so jealous of all my friends with similarly-aged siblings and the constant hustle and bustle that always seemed to surround them.
But, for a few short days once a year, everyone would come home. And I would be one of those kids with siblings - except with the added bonus that my brother and sister could drive a car :-)
I can recall the eager anticipation that preceded the days when everyone would come home. And then it would be "The Day". As the hour grew later, it seemed as if mom, dad & I would take turns looking out the kitchen window - keeping a sharp ear out for any noise in the driveway. In retrospect, I am sure I must have sorely tested my parent's patience in those hours. I could get a little antsy & probably bothered them with a gad-zillion ridiculous questions that they had no way of answering. I was totally a pest.
Finally, oh finally that moment would occur - once I heard that car door shut, it might as well have been Santa Claus trying to shove a toy store's worth of stuff down the chimney. It was that big of a deal.
Next Christmas, instead of anxiously awaiting a sibling, it looks like I will be on pins and needles waiting for the return of a child from college. It absolutely boggles my mind. Where does time go? Seriously.
On to the brulee...
Rhubarb-orange jam provided a slightly tart surprise at the bottom of this brulee. My brulee didn't quite set up the way I thought it should (even after extended baking), so it was a little more soupy than custardy. The flavors were spot on - the texture just didn't quite make it.
I also didn't have butane for the torch (cook's fault) - so under the broiler these went. The effect wasn't quite as stunning, but the crackly sugar top was still there...And that's really what matters, right?
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie.
I wish everyone a safe & joyous holiday season - no matter which holiday you call your own.
Since I call Christmas my own - Merry Christmas!