I made crème brulée yesterday. In the slow cooker. I am not usually a fan of custards or puddings or other slimy things, but since Amélie likes it, I thought I should at least try making it. And if it's mostly whipping cream, it can't be that bad, right? Oh, my.
Can't be that bad?
I rarely swear. Very rarely. My first taste of this made me say the worst word I know. I had no control over it. It is that good. 'Good' doesn't even begin to describe it. Divine, heavenly, perfect.