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Happy days are here again

There's a day for everything.

I take that back. I've never heard of a national Amy day, but there's always time. If I really felt compelled, I'm sure I could garner a little grassroots support.

But back to my original point. I just learned that we can all put on our party hats on Sunday and give a big cheer to...altogether now...
The Chocolate Eclair.

Because June 22 is, in fact, National Chocolate Eclair Day. Who created this day, I have no clue. Maybe Jenny Craig. Evil opportunistic witch.

For those of you unfamiliar with this treat, it is a long, thin pastry filled with cream and topped with chocolate frosting. Internet sites guesstimate it was invented in 19th-century France.

And the tradition continues, thanks to the fine folks at Dunkin' Donuts, for a mere 300 calories and 15 grams of fat. If only we had one around here. (Then again, if we did, chances are it'd be hip deep in the flood plain.)

Maybe I'll have to settle for a frozen Weight Watchers version -- 140 calories, 4 grams of fat. All similarities to squishy cardboard, aside.

Or I could search an Internet site for a recipe.

Then again, I could forgo the sweet treat in anticipation of July 6, which is National Fried Chicken Day. We do have a KFC.

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AnneR said…
http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_30342,00.html

This is the Barefoot Contessa recipe for cream puffs--make 'em long and you have eclairs. This recipe works very well but the part about the food processor? Skip it. Just stir the eggs in with a spoon. Made cream puffs for the first time in junior high--if a junior high kid can do it, anyone can.

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