When life hands you raspberries...
...make a clafoutis?
I know this was supposed to be a cherry clafoutis - pits and everything. However, since direction following seems to not be in my nature these days (and I already had raspberries in my possession...), it went in a different direction.
Otherwise, I made it as directed (Maybe a Tablespoon of Chambord ended up in there as well. Just Maybe.) It was a tasty, creamy summer dessert. Not quite a cake and not a custard. I am not sure what it wants to be when it grows up.
Now, to date, my favorite cherry clafoutis is this one - it comes with mascarpone whipped cream. Enough said. Because there are more important things to discuss today...
Somehow, I ended up on SyFy last night night watching what has to be the most horrendous movie ever made.
Badly written screen play. Horrible acting. Miserable sound effects. I am pretty sure it was produced in someone's back yard...
I could feel my brain cells shriveling up as the movie progressed.
So why did I keep watching?
For the Sharknado, of course. How could I possibly turn the channel when any minute (like 1 hour + into the movie), I would get to see a swirling funnel of sharks?
I am pretty sure my mother would not have been proud. It's going to take a whole lot of PBS viewing to bring the balance back to my brain lobes. Maybe I should throw in a few hours of watching the NASA station just for good measure.
It wasn't just me, though. This thing was blowing up my Twitter feed last night. There is some comfort in that, I guess - I am not the only person running around with dead brain cells this morning. I am pretty sure I even saw a Will Wheaton tweet.
Anyhoo... to sum it all up, here is my public service announcement for today:
Clafoutis is good. Stay away from Sharknados.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie. I couldn't find an official version of Dorie's whole cherry clafoutis on line; however, she does have a recipe for a cherry (minus the pits) rhubarb crumble over on her website.