Last night we went to La Matafan for dinner, and whilst the mains really were lovelly, what I want to tell you about is the desert. Not just A desert but THREE deserts all lined up pretty on a platter.
Now, unlike Amelie, I am neither innocent or naive, but like her I do so love a good creme brulee - the crack of the sugar under the back of my spoon, the smooth creme across my tongue and the sigh of satisfaction as it rolls down my throat.
These brulee's were to die for. We started with the brown sugar one...nice, perfect top, and the ramekin was lined with the sugar as well making for a wonderful caramel throughout.
Number two was my personal favorite, as I find it near impossible to go past anything that has raspberries in it (we even have French raspberry cordial in the chalet!!) It was full and bursting with rich raspberries, the only thing wrong with it was that there should have been 4 times as much!
Number three I was kind of dreading. Not that I have anything against vanilla brulee - but I do have something against the genipi that was floating on top of my crust! Genipi is of the Chartreuse family, a booze which has left me sick for days when I have drunk too much of it back in Oz (let alone almost done something we would regret if Ger hadnt been sober-ish enough to stop it happening!)
But, I girded my loins and dived in. And was surprised! The vanilla creme cut the pungent Genipi with a precision that sushi chefs strived to achieve in their lifetimes. It was herbal, and vanilla-ey and lush.
I washed desert down initially with a glass of Portugese Sherry, and then moved onto a Montbazillac which was poured with a very generous hand!
We stumbled off to Cheyenne for a nitecap, where Ger attracted a very hairy creature who proceeded to hump his leg, so we made our adieus and wandered back to the chalet for an early nite (for a change!)