Childhood memories of my mother’s Clafoutis and Red currant Clafoutis / Ricordi del Clafoutis di mia madre e il mio Clafoutis ai ribes

Clafoutis. This dessert evokes many different images in my mind. The oven glowing with a warm yellow light, just like a lighthouse at the far right side of the kitchen, filling the room with the sweet and dense scent of cherries and fresh cream. I cherished those moments when – even though it sounds so un-poetic – my mom would take the bag of precooked pitted black cherries from the kitchen cupboard because I knew exactly what was coming on.