I managed to convince myself for a long time, that I can’t make custard.  I think I’m retarded. Of course I can make custard. I’ve made perfect custard this evening, haven’t measured a thing and succeeded. Still had some energy in spite of waking up at 6.30 this morning ( the bastards behind the wall get up early and think everybody else has to as well). I’ve made chicken and leeks pie and then pear crumble. Pear was not an amazing choice, bramley apples would have done better, but, as Florek said, the custard made up for it.  All it took was 2 egg yolks, whipped with some sugar and – a tip!!- a touch of cornflour beaten through to help stabilise them- while an equal amount of milk and cream was warming up with a generous amount of vanilla bean paste. I LOVE vanilla bean paste as much as I love Catena chardonnay. As I love salmon sashimi. As I love coriander.

Yeah. Errrm, when the milk/ cream combo was nearly boiling, I started pouring it into the eggs slowly, while whisking, then returned it all to the pan and stirred till thickened. Utter success.

My only complaint would be the fact that I’m not able to take a good photo of a custard. 2 glasses of Dog Point might have something to do with it. 🙂