yes, it's Christmas soon.
time to get fat again
time to raid shops for presents
time for afternoons chasing the cat in the christmas tree
time to hope for snow
time for rat pack christmas carols
time for mulled wine and cinnamon cakes
time for card making
time to think and imagine crazy orgiastic meals
time for the yearly gastronomic extravagance
time for DESERT !
and here it is :
MY BUCHE DE NOËL !
yes completely fugazi from top to bottom
spent a whole afternoon preparing it (after having spent a whole morning cleaning the kitchen up)
i made a kilo of bloody ganache that for some reason went wrong and tasted more of cream than chocolate
the biscuit didn't cook despite having forgotten it for a whole 15 minutes too many in the oven
the so called syrup was tasteless...
and it all ended up in the bin
don't like buche
never liked buche
will never like buche
if you come for Christmas for lunch or dinner don't count on buche
if you want buche
get you fucking own