Evaporated milk
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When I was young, my mother would sometimes — as a treat — let us have some evaporated 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…