French silk pie: it’s amazing how intense and right taste-memories can be. My Aunt Da (my Nanny’s (now 90) older sister by 15+ years) often made this as I was growing up, and I always loved it. Aunt Da died about twenty years ago, and I haven’t tasted this since. Nanan (Aunt Da’s daughter) dug this recipe up for me a few weeks ago, and when I slipped the first bite into my mouth tonight, I was immediately transported back to Aunt Da’s kitchen. She was such a sweet soul, so kindly and good, and always had some delicious but very simple treat at the ready. This is for you, Aunt Da.
Also, Tom is very proud of his rapidly improving latte art.