Nearly a year ago, I wrote about a resolution I'd made for 2009. It involved a little red calendar, and a dream of organization and self-discipline. Now 2009 is nearly over; my desk is as cluttered as ever, but I'm still convinced that there's a perfect way to organize my life. If I find that method, I'll manage to read all the books I want to read, knit everything on my Ravelry queue, regain my 20 year-old figure, and accomplish all I hope to in this life.
In the meantime, I thought a calendar would be a good start. And it started well enough. But somewhere in April I removed the calendar from my purse. It's on a pile somewhere in my office. Apparently I'm not a completely lost soul, though. Because yesterday, without the benefit of the note in my calendar, I went to Pearl Bakery for 'eggnog'. Only today, when I read back in my blog, do I see that I had jotted a note to self for that very day: "look for Pearl eggnog".
Before I go any further, a note about Pearl's eggnog. In my book, it's not really eggnog. Eggnog requires fluffy beaten egg whites folded into a egg yolk rich cream and milk concoction. There needs to be bourbon. A little rum sprinkled on top isn't completely amiss.
Pearl's eggnog has none of these. In order to avoid the raw egg situation, they make a cooked eggnog. And you know what a cooked eggnog is? It's nothing more than crème anglaise. One of my very favorite things. This one just happens to be nutmeg-flavored.
In Chez Panisse's early years, crème anglaise was one of the constants (almond tart was another) on the dessert menu. A dish of it (I remember it being served in a footed metal bowl) cost less than a dollar. On rare occasions I got to sit in the upstairs café and eat a dish of it after school.
I've had a rough couple of days, so a glass of crème anglaise, er, eggnog, seemed well-deserved yesterday. I ordered the smallest size (I'm not a total degenerate, after all), and settled in with my book at a table by the window. For thirty sweet minutes I read, sipped my nutmeg scented crème anglaise, and felt much better.
I may not need a note to remember to get Pearl's eggnog in December, 2010. But I have thought of one reminder for myself: bring a little flask of bourbon for doctoring. After all, wouldn't a glass of eggnog be slightly less extravagant than a glass of crème anglaise?
Eggnog is available through Christmas
102 NW 9th Ave.
Portland OR 97209
503-827-0910 (I'd call first, they sometimes run out)