White Chocolate Crème Brûlée.

If I could only make one dessert for the rest of my life, although God forbid that should ever happen, it would be this one. This stuff is absolute magic. I’m serious – if it wasn’t for crème brûlée, I might not have a husband.

White Chocolate Creme Brulee - Ingredients

You think I’m kidding, I’m not. This is the first dessert I ever made for my husband (when we first started dating). It saved me from the disaster that was his first birthday supper with me. I’m convinced that it was what made him decide I was the one he needed to marry. Once you taste this, you’ll understand why.

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Raspberry-white chocolate muffins.

Raspberries from Publix, flash frozen at the peak of freshness.

White chocolate chips, silky and sweet.

All-purpose flour, baking powder, whole milk, sugar, and though you can’t see it, ground flaxseed. Mixed just together, then dolloped in a greased tin to bake, rise, puff, to the peak of sweetness.

Pockets of seeded, fruity goodness and soft, sweet white chocolate burst with each bite.

Perfect with a tall glass of icecold milk.

His birthday supper.

(From here on, DB is dubbed 354. So may it be.)

354’s birthday was last Thursday; he turned 24. :) And while he usually has a family get-together, and he did have one, I got the actual birthday. So I felt that supper should be special, being as it was the actual birthday. It took me over a week to come up with the menu, partially from fretting over the meal itself and what I wanted to create, and partially because he’s kind of picky. I didn’t really want to do steak (even though I had a flank steak in the fridge, begging to be grilled), and he raised pigs with his granddaddy, so pork chops seemed like a reasonable choice. He’s going to Mexico on a mission trip next week while I’m home in KY, which reminded me of the two trips to Jamaica he’s made before, so a Carribean theme was in my head. I finally settled on a lime-and-cayenne sort of marinade and set my menu:

  • Thin-cut boneless loin chops, marinated in lime-cayenne and grilled
  • Grilled corn on the cob
  • Baked potatoes
  • Homemade white rolls
  • White chocolate creme brulee

Creme bruleeWhen I started, the dessert was the only thing I’d settled on beforehand, so when I finally had a menu I felt better. I threw the pork chops together the night before and let them settle in the fridge.

When I got home the night of, I let the dog out, changed clothes and went straight to cooking. The brulee was first, since I figured it would have time to set properly while I cooked and we ate. It ended up taking longer than I remembered, probably because I forgot to split the recipe. I ended up making four of them (which wasn’t a bad thing), which kind of threw me off because I don’t have multiple glass dishes for bain-maries. I ended up baking two of them in my usual 9″ square glass dish, and the other two in a 9″ non-stick loaf pan. I was hoping for the best with the loaf pan, because it was the only option I had. It worked, but I won’t be trying it again without having a knife at my throat. The brulees didn’t set as quickly as they were supposed to, but that might’ve also been because of my oven (which I am thrilled to no longer be using, the temperamental thing). In any case, by the time I got the brulees in the oven, it was probably too late to really start the bread, but being hardheaded, I did it anyway. I got it all mixed up and let it sit, covered, on the stovetop. I greased up my potatoes with olive oil, pierced the skins and threw them in the oven on the top rack to do their thing. I don’t like to waste foil or anything like that on veggies; I should’ve left it off the corn and done the same thing I’d done with the corn.

All said and done, I enjoyed cooking the supper for him. He was pleasantly surprised with the tang and heat of the pork chops, and he liked fixing his potato as he pleased. The potatoes were probably my second-rated pride of the supper, preceded only by the brulees. They were soft and fluffy after sitting in the oven for an hour or so, and perfect. I like hot fluffy potatoes.

Raw corn, white and yellow

Corn before being foil-wrapped and buttered. It was good-looking, for grocery corn.

Pork chops, pre-grilling.

Pork chops still sitting in olive oil-lime-cayenne-garlic marinade.

Creme brulee in the oven.

Creme brulee, in the oven and halfway through the baking process.

Finished plate.

A plated meal, ready to be consumed.

Tablescape.

The tablescape, waiting for us to sit down and eat. He brought flowers. They smelled delightful.

Finished creme brulee.

The finished brulee, before going into the fridge to set more completely. Man, they were tasty.

You can obviously serve these when the custard is still warm but we prefer the chill of the set custard and the warmth of the sugar topping. The best part is cracking the sugar top with a spoon after it’s set fully and still warm, then digging out a spoonful of that silky, not-too-sweet but utterly rich and sinful custard and letting it melt on your tongue. It is orgasmic.