Cottage cheese roots, custard dreams

Follow-up to The Oatmeal of Madness

If you read my prior entry, you are aware that I own a great many ramekins and a blowtorch.

After its deployment that first Christmas long ago, the blowtorch managed to find its way out of the drawer five winters later. Granted, it wasn’t for brûlée duty. My windshield wipers had frozen solid the night before. I was late to drop of my son at school. It w…