Condensed milk

When I was young, my mother would sometimes—as a treat—let us have some evaporated (condensed) milk. It was served in the kinds of places you’d expect cream to be served—on top of pies, that sort of thing. I’m not sure why my family used evaporated milk instead of cream. Maybe we couldn’t afford cream? Maybe it was a health issue? Whatever the reason, the evaporated milk was carefully rationed out as if it were cream.

As a result, I craved it the way normal people might crave cream. And when I went to university, one of the first things I did was to buy myself a tin of evaporated milk and gorge on it. Any kind of dessert became an excuse for more evaporated milk.

Last week I bought a tin of evaporated milk…