My compliments to the Chef
Yes, that's exactly what it looks like-my mom "brûlée-ing" the top of one of her amazing homemade cheesecakes. Of course my mother owned a brûlée torch, as do I. Because if there was one thing my mother loved to do it was to cook, not only just to cook, but to create food that comforted, and delighted people. She loved to open up her home and share a meal , and nothing delights and amazes quite as much as a fabulous desert. Later on in her life, my mother became very involved in the slow food movement and became a charter member of the Southwest Florida chapter. They were espousing what she had always taught me: Use what is real, and the highest quality possible, (always Plugra butter NEVER margarine.) Keep food simple and don't follow every fad. Never underestimate the power of a roast chicken, and chocolate cake. I feel very blessed to have inherited my mothers love of cooking, and I think of her every time I sit down to a meal with my family or friends. In this post, I am wearing her chef's jacket, in her favorite color-chartreuse. Even had flair when it came to wearing something simple like this. I am proud to wear it.