Flognarde, or, Clafouti

Normally, our idea of dessert is a little ice cream or popsicles for the kids. Maybe a square of chocolate for us ... or an extra glass of wine. But now, the glorious clafouti (or flognarde) has entered my life. I made a simple dinner tonight -- cheese tortellini in chicken broth with zucchini and parmesan cheese -- so while the water was boiling, I whipped up a peach and plum clafouti. And when we were done, a warm, steaming, sweet smelling dessert was waiting for us. Of course, C still opted for the popsicle (because he just always has to go against the grain), but H couldn't get enough.