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Old 02-18-2005, 04:22 AM   #1 (permalink)
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L_T's Portuguese Recipes - formerly "Camel Drool Anyone? :P"

This is a favourite recipe in my country, that is basically a very indulgent caramel mousse, and is affectionately called Camel Drool or even Baby Jesus' poo...yes I know it's weird!

Baba de Camelo (Camel Drool) - Caramel Mousse

Ingredients:

1 can of condensed milk (200g - can be light)
4-5 eggs

(yes that really is ALL the ingredients)

Preparation:

Peel the label from the can and place it inside your pressure cooker/pan. Cover the can with water. Close the pressure cooker and place it over a medium heat. The pan just put a lid on it.

In the pressure cooker, all it needs is about 30 mins. In a pan about an hour, don't let all the water evaporate.

When this is done, you need to put the can in cold water till the outside is really cool (maybe 30 mins to half hour wait).

Then gingerly open the can (it could squirt hot caramel at you). Scoop out the contents (should be a lgiht to medium brown colour) into a mixing bowl.

Separate your eggs, keeping the whites. Put the yolks into the caramel and mix thoroughly. Doesn't matter if you add them one at a time or all together.

Beat the egg whites till they form firm white peaks. (You can do the bowl over your head test if you like heh).

Fold the egg whites gently into the caramel and yolk misture, so you keep most of the air in the whites.

When the mixture is homogenous, pour it into your serving bowl and chill for at least 2-4 hours, best to do is overnight.

Simple but delicious!

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