It’s amazing what you can remember about food. The world goes whizzing by us at such a ridiculous speed that I can’t keep up. And, I’m no Super Woman juggling a job and three kids like a lot of you are. I’m just trying to hold my own. I don’t know where yesterday went. But I can remember exactly the first time my father made cream puffs. I can remember the smell of the choux paste baking into perfect little balls in the oven filling the house and how excited I was to pop an over stuffed cream filled bite in my mouth. Smell and taste can really bring you right back and ground you in those moments that mean something.
The other day I cracked open a new magazine to discover their Nutella version. These bakery case balls of perfection always seem so far out of my league, but I’m here to tell you they aren’t. Really, they came together in a snap and I was shocked how easy they were (I even peeked in the oven once or twice – which I never do! – to make sure they hadn’t exploded, goblins weren’t having a food fight, something). The Nutella filling was even a hit with Handsome who ended up finishing it off with a spoon and robbing the last two little pastries of their creamy centers.