Tyler e-mailed tonight and wants my crème bruleé recipe. I will post it here. (This should score you a date, Ty) But don't even consider making it, unless you have a torch. Williams Sonoma sells these little kitchen torches that are cool, but they don't hold a lot of fuel, or last long. So one Mother's Day, DK went to the hardware store. He selected a torch in my favorite color (mine looks just like the one pictured below), and then went to the employee that worked that department. He asked him, “Is this torch for use in the kitchen?” The reply: “Kitchen, bathroom...anywhere you need to weld.” Heh heh... Reminds me of that line in Mr. Mom where Jack is pretending to be rewiring the whole house to appear manly to his wife’s boss, who says, “Yeah? You gonna make it all 220?” and he replies, “220...221...whatever it takes.”
Although that isn't the best quote in there. This one is pure Jack Butler: “I understand that you little guys start out with your woobies and you think they’re great... and they are; they are terrific. But pretty soon, a woobie isn't enough. You’re out on the street trying to score an electric blanket, or maybe a quilt. And the next thing you know, you're strung out on bedspreads, Ken. That’s serious.”
I know that doesn’t have much to do with blowtorches. Or crème bruleé. But it is a life lesson worth learning. Thanks, Jack.
To download the recipe, click here:
Classic Crème Bruleé
