I’m a big fan of things that are desserts that I can pretend aren’t desserts. Things that fall into this list are cereal bars, frozen bananas, and now custard. It’s practically scrambled eggs, right?I’d never seen this recipe grace the table at home, at Grandma’s, or really any of the tables in my family. Given it’s absence, I’m assuming it’s a secret recipe that everyone has forgotten about…even though the copy I have is hand-written by my grandma, only a few years old, and a photocopy of something that is in my mom’s recipe book. Clearly they’ve all just forgotten and weren’t trying to keep me from recipes that they don’t like.
Nutmeg isn’t necessary, but the dusting looks beautiful. And if you don’t have adorable custard cups, pour the unbaked custard into a bigger dish and bake for a little bit longer (sorry there aren’t specifics, but all dishes are different sizes). And I would like it to be noted that I didn’t scramble the eggs in the milk.
3 slightly beaten eggs
¼ cup sugar
¼ tsp salt
2 cups milk, scalded
½ tsp vanilla
Dash of nutmeg
Preheat oven to 325oF. Combine eggs, sugar, and salt; slowly add milk and vanilla. Pour into 6 5oz custard cups or a baking dish. Sprinkle with nutmeg. Bake in pan of hot water in slow over until mixture doesn’t adhere to a knife, about 30—40 minutes.
“And in the morning, I’m making waffles!” …said someone else. Not me. Not ever.
In my profile for a recipe curation website, my inability to make waffles earned a mention. Either they’re too dense & chewy, or the flavor is off, or I’m impatient and take shortcuts. Beating egg whites dirties another bowl, and the red light on the iron is only a suggestion. Maybe you can see why I could never conquer this recipe. Until, that is, my boss took pity on my attempts. What follows is the recipe that he gave me. Yes, I even whipped the egg whites. Fine, I’ll admit that it’s worth it. Continue reading →
Everyone in my family has their own birthday meal. And for as long as I remember, come my mom’s birthday, spaghetti and noodles are on the table. She could eat only pasta for the rest of her life and never complain. My love for the dish isn’t quite that deep, but I can appreciate a delicious noodle, smothered in tomato sauce.This, admittedly, is not my mom’s birthday meal. It’s a little more involved than she gets with her dinner. But I had time to waste and was craving some pasta. And, surprise surprise, my brothers actually liked it. We’ll have to remember that for future meals. Continue reading →
Welcome to fall, everyone. Summer was hot and sunny, full of lazy days. And full of days where the weather was too hot for an oven. But now that things are starting to cool down, it’s time to get baking.I was always under the impression that I was the only person in my family who likes carrot cake. Unbeknownst to me, my dad and grandma were in the same boat. Finally we figured out where all of this confusion sprang from: my mother. She absolutely hates carrot cake, for reasons that I still am unsure of. Because of this, the cake was never in the house, and its fans were left to eat carrot cake secretly. Luckily, we discovered each other a few weeks back, and I instantly made plans to bake carrot cake with my grandma. This recipe was her brother’s favorite. Continue reading →
Summer is the time when old friends begin to find each other again. We drive over in our old cars with high school bumper stickers and meet on the front porch, swatting at mosquitoes and snacking. Except if it’s at my house, it isn’t exactly snacking. It is a much more involved affair. And there has always been an old standby, whether we were meeting at our house for an elementary school project or a college teammate and I had finished our run at my place: Cinnamon rolls. Icing on top, obviously.
This recipe uses the sweet dough recipe that I’ve used before, but it makes something much more decadent than your standard turtle bread. Maybe not as cute but definitely just as appreciated. When these things come out of the oven, icing is added and suddenly the pan is empty. Scientists have yet to discover what causes this immediate disappearance, but I’m fairly sure it has something do to with the smell wafting through the house. Or maybe it’s my mom’s notion that these rolls are best the day they are made. Obviously they all need to be eaten right away, or you might miss some of the magic. Continue reading →