I was brought up to believe that whining was the 8th deadly sin, and the only one which was reliably punished in this lifetime. Apparently, mother was not always 100%, absolutely right. Sometimes a person is very lucky, and is rewarded, despite shameless self-centered complaining. That would be me.
I was intrigued by June's recipe for a "lemon posset", wherein cream is magically thickened and mutates into custardy goodness with the addition of lemon juice, and no eggs whatsoever. I speculated (well, actually, sniveled) that the clotted cream called for was unavailable in the Greater Pittsburgh Area, and that the recipe probably wouldn't work with the more ordinary stuff I can find.
Shortly thereafter, I received a tidy little container of real clotted cream in the mail (!) from June, who I cannot thank enough. It was gorgeous, and traveled beautifully, probably as a result of the nearly unfathomable extent of the butterfat which is its primary reason for being. Wow.
After a few sneaked samples, I made the recipe and it's so cool. It works like a charm and the posset (which resembles a lemon curd that died and went to heaven) thickens up nicely.With this lot, I prebaked two little tartlet shells (ordinary pie crust dough), and layered the posset with some raspberries- glazed with a little melted jam, and shared with my friend, I., who came to dinner, and approved.
I really will have to try this again with some ordinary local cream, to see if it translates at all. It couldn't possibly be as gorgeous, but perhaps it will still be nice. I love magic tricks with food.