There are certain desserts that seem perpetually remote. Clafouti. Mincemeat pie. Almost any dessert that calls for rose water. Whether I’ve ordered these desserts in a restaurant or made them at home, I still don’t feel like I know them. Not really.
Show me a slice of chocolate cake, or an eclair, or an oatmeal raisin cookie and I’ll show you a dessert that wants to be loved. These desserts reveal their charms at once. Nothing is held back.
But blanc manger is a mystery to me. It’s not silky like flan. It’s not creamy like pudding. And my guess is that if you ask me in five years to describe it, you’ll get a blank look. “Oh, yeah, blanc manger. It’s… oh… it’s like…. Well, hmmmm…..”
Frankly, it’s a little like baby food: light bodied, milky, slightly sweet. Strawberries are in season here, so that’s what I used on top. Not a good choice. The base is bland and it cried out for a tart fruit like raspberries.
Dorie says this is a foolproof recipe and I had a chance to test that claim. In the final stage, you’re supposed to mix the almond mixture into the softly whipped cream, and I somehow managed to drop the entire small bowl of almond mixture into the big bowl of freshly whipped cream. Not the contents of the bowl. The bowl itself, bottom first. I plucked the small bowl out and dumped the almond mixture straight in, without stopping to think that perhaps it would have been wise to re-whip the cream just a touch. Ah well. It didn’t seem to hurt it, so I can vouch for this dessert’s “foolproof” status.
Thanks to Susan of Sticky, Gooey, Creamy, Chewy for selecting this week’s recipe. You can find the recipe on her blog or on pages 398-399 of Baking: From My Home to Yours.