Kitchen Confessional

Kitchen Confessional: an open can of Eagle Brand Condensed Milk is darn near impossible not to eat straight up with a spoon. Am I right? I’m right. (My dad will back me up on this.) Afterall, it’s just a burner and a pot away from Dulce de Leché. True story.

Note the untouched can and clean spoon, a subtle inference that I am actually behaving. (I am not). The Neapolitan Squares will be just fine. Must. Fight. Devil.