{"id":1432,"date":"2026-05-08T16:54:00","date_gmt":"2026-05-08T16:54:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=1432"},"modified":"2026-05-10T02:22:30","modified_gmt":"2026-05-10T02:22:30","slug":"brulee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=1432","title":{"rendered":"Br\u00fbl\u00e9e"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Cr\u00e8me br\u00fbl\u00e9e, forever my favorite finish to a festive meal.<br>Ever since I experienced the thrill of fracturing the first torched sugar top of a mighty custard in second grade, I have sought these out for every fine occasion.<br>Our child has inherited my love for burnt cream, and so.<br>Now we clink the rounds of our spoon bowls in toast<br>to the decadence that shines and crackles below us.<br>\"Cheers!\" We exclaim, before our happy spoons become sparring weapons.<br>We crack and drag and lift and swallow and swoon and sigh and say <em>mmmmmmmmm<\/em>!<br>I taste campfire, smoke, s'mores, marshmallow, vanilla, butter, the ocean.<br>Crystalline caramel shatters on my tongue like posh Pop Rocks, then lodges in my molars.<br>And then she tries my side and I try hers, until the dish that could feed four is nearly empty.<br>When the ramekin resembles a full moon with microfine vanilla bean craters, we set utensils down, push back.<br>What a rush, what a regal treat. <br>Cr\u00e8me br\u00fbl\u00e9e, forever my favorite, just like my dessert companion.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cBr\u00fbl\u00e9e,\u201d written Friday May 08, poem 128 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. Photo, &#8220;Burnt Sugar and cream,&#8221; by Diana Ludwick (c) 2026.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1616,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2],"tags":[866,865],"class_list":["post-1432","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-2026-poetry-challenge","category-poems","tag-866","tag-may"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1432","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1432"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1432\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1617,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1432\/revisions\/1617"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1616"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1432"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1432"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1432"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}