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Crème brûlée (/ˌkrɛm bruːˈleɪ/; French pronunciation: [kʁɛm bʁy.le]), also known as burnt cream, crema catalana, or Trinity cream is a dessert consisting of a rich custard base topped with a contrasting layer of hard caramel. It is normally served at room temperature. The custard base is traditionally flavored with vanilla, but can have a variety of other flavorings.
The earliest known reference to crème brûlée as it is known today appears in François Massialot's 1691 cookbook, and the French name was used in the English translation of this book, but the 1731 edition called the same recipe crème anglaise 'English cream'. In the early eighteenth century, the dessert was called "burnt cream" in English.
In Britain, a version of crème brûlée (known locally as "Trinity Cream" or "Cambridge burnt cream") was introduced at Trinity College, Cambridge, in 1879 with the college arms "impressed on top of the cream with a branding iron", though crème brûlée itself was not invented at Cambridge. The story goes that the recipe was from an Aberdeenshire country house and was offered by an undergraduate, to the college cook, who turned it down. However, when the student became a Fellow, he managed to convince the cook to serve it.
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