Cherry Clafoutis - Not For The Frenchman
A Happy Bastille Birthday to my favourite Fred!
The other evening I was in a baking mood and as I had some cherries that needed to be used up I decided (among other things) to make a Clafoutis. Home from work before Fred, I had already started on my culinary projects when he arrived. He asked me what I was doing. "I am making Clafoutis", I replied, hoping he would be a little excited. Instead he wrinkled up his nose and pulled what I shall politely call a 'negative face'. I was surprised. "But you have been telling me for all these years that your mother made the best Clafoutis in the world", I announced, desperately. "She does", he replied, "That's what everyone says, but I never actually liked it."
Now he tells me.
Thank goodness for hungry work colleagues, that's all I can say.
Bon Anniversaire Fred!