Yesterday was a yucky day. At some point in the afternoon, after uninspired school lessons, a generally blah ambiance began sinking into our souls. When a young woman asked if she could make cream puffs, there was no need to think. The answer was a definite "Yes!"
Gram's apron and her copy of Mastering the Art of French Cooking helped set the mood.
One cream puff is my limit, but the younger members of the family are able to indulge more and still fit in their pants, so it was safe to make a whole batch.
That one cream puff was delicious and the whole thing cheered us up immensely.