My brother's birthday is this month and I wanted to make him something impressive. Not, like, "foie gras truffle oil blah-de-blah I'm so snooty" impressive, but something that he loves that he doesn't get to eat very often because it's not a typical dessert you find everywhere. And if you
do find Boston cream pie, oftentimes it's composed of vanilla pudding, boxed yellow cake, and a gooey chocolate stain of a ganache. Okay.
Now I'm getting a little snooty. There's nothing wrong with Jell-o vanilla pudding or boxed cake mix. I grew up eating (and loving!) these things because my mom really had no interest in baking.
But, I've cleared several levels in the game of life, baking-wise, and I've progressed beyond cake mix when making a birthday dessert for someone. If I can, I'm going to make it from scratch. Settle in, dear blog readers, as I embark on a quest to create a Boston cream pie worthy of my serious, cynical, funny, meticulous, caring, science-loving, occasionally petty, mostly awesome brother.