Béchamelle Custards as Made in Thônes

Very few young girls who have been raised as Catholics fail to remember the terror of going to confession on Fridays. Our Monsieur l’Abbé, who lived in Thônes, one day invited our group to tea, probably because he knew we were so scared of him. This is the lovely little dessert that we were given by his housekeeper, whose name I never knew.