Posted by on Jan 19, 2021 | 13 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

I smell vanilla…uh, oh.

Well, it’s nostalgia time around here.

Mama made her grandmother, Mommy’s “cup custards” as they were always called.  In Mommy’s fridge, there were always a dozen custards for the grandkids, and mama’s mama and her aunts and the grandkids have been making them for decades.

So easy: 3 cups milk, 1 cup half and half or cream, 2 teaspoons vanilla, 3/4 cup sugar, 4 egg yolks, plus 1 egg, ground nutmeg.

Heat oven to 350F/180C.  Place custard cups in a pan of hot water.  Heat milk, cream on medium, stir in vanilla, sugar and eggs and cook until mix coats a spoon, not long.  Pour custard into cups, 3/4 full, sprinkle with ground nutmeg, and bake for around 30 minutes or until the custards do not move anywhere when you jiggle the pan.  Cool and eat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This memory lane kick that mama is on has, of course, to do with isolation and reminiscing about other together-times, with family, with friends, the joy of sitting down to a lovely meal and chatting and laughing and poking fun at one another…of of those “human” (they tell me) activities that seem so far away right now.

BUT…mama and papa are making appointments to get stuck, whatever that means.  I think that I am the one getting stuck–here at home with no one to play with while they gallavant around the countryside!

I think I may be exagerating…but it’s something to do with getting us all back to the table together eating custards! YAY.

And wait a minute, people,  I AM AT THAT TABLE, TOO.

I’m sure mama will make a tiny Kitty Kustard for me…