How long have I been threatening to make the blueberry clafouti? I'll tell you how long. Since July 8th. Ten long days of writing about it, talking about it, thinking about it, but never actually doing anything about it. For those of you familiar with my lack of progress on the kitchen renovation, this will come as no surprise.
I did actually google "clafouti" and found a nice, simple recipe on the Food Network site. That I'm good at ... googling. But I balked at the cup of sugar. Bitegeist fans who are also citizens of Weight Watchers World will do a quick calculation and gasp in unision, "Fifteen points!" The blueberry clafouti was dangerously close to being renamed. Dreamfouti. Vaporouti. The Clafouti that Wasn't.
Today, after a minimally vexing day at the jayohbee, I returned home to discover that Marian had whipped up a dinner of whole wheat gnocchi alla vodka ... and ... blueberry claufouti (made with an artificial sweetener). The. Crowd. Went. Wild. Or at least I did. And maybe the dog jumped around a little bit. For years I've said that I conjured Marian up. This confirms it.
And the clafouti did get renamed. I call it Splenda in the Glass.