I really didn’t need to hear about this commemorative day. The best thing about cream puffs is everything. But the worst thing about cream puffs is … well, everything.
Yes, there is the crust’s buttery flavor and crispness, its flakiness, and its slight sweetness. And then there’s the cream filling’s rich flavor, its smoothness as it slides over your tongue and down your throat, leaving only its memory, and the compulsion to consume more.
The “more” part is what gets to this blogger. “Everything in moderation” works, unless one’s craving overcomes his self-control. That’s where the whatever-holic’s dogma comes into play: “Not even one!” The old Lay’s potato chip commercial comes to mind, “Betcha can’t eat just one.”
In Jesus’ time they enjoyed their locusts and wild honey, an epicurean's delight. How would Jesus have responded to cream puffs? Good grief, he was human. How would you respond to them? But Jesus enjoyed the power to back up his wisdom. I have no doubt he would have tasted it and declared, “Get thee behind me Satan.”
cdkitchen posted an article about this commemoration, including recipes and irresistible photos.