No, it’s not a cloying endearment. It’s the working title of the dessert I made for Thanksgiving.
And since it’s rather late and I’m suffering from a Turducken coma (yes…my father-in-law succumbed to the barbaric bird-within-a-bird-within-a-bird trend, courtesy of Whole Foods), I think I’ll just give you readers the basics of what I made. Tomorrow I’ll write up a better break-down.
Ooh…I like that: “write up a break-down.” Could be a song lyric…
(Choux buns filled with pumpkin-pie pastry cream severed with nutmeg cream and candied pecans)