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巴黎米夏拉克这货真的不是乳酪蛋糕也不是蛋挞

巴黎米夏拉克这货真的不是乳酪蛋糕也不是蛋挞的做法

乳酪蛋糕的配方中当然一定会有乳酪啊，那这货就不是喽~ So好神奇呀这小脸蛋看着和乳酪完全一样有木有！成本低了NNN多有木有！好吃到爆有木有！这个完美的配方来自法国普罗旺斯的甜点女神Marie Sanchis，起源于古巴的特里尼达（Trin...(展开)乳酪蛋糕的配方中当然一定会有乳酪啊，那这货就不是喽~ So好神奇呀这小脸蛋看着和乳酪完全一样有木有！成本低了NNN多有木有！好吃到爆有木有！这个完美的配方来自法国普罗旺斯的甜点女神Marie Sanchis，起源于古巴的特里尼达（Trinidad）地区，被甜点之都的巴黎人经过若干次完美调整成为了经典甜点——巴黎米夏拉克！(收起)

難度：切墩(初級)	時間：1小時以上
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牛奶500ml	淡奶油125ml
細砂糖125g	蛋黃3個
玉米澱粉50g	香草精5ml

巴黎米夏拉克这货真的不是乳酪蛋糕也不是蛋挞的做法步骤巴黎米夏拉克这货真的不是乳酪蛋糕也不是蛋挞的做法图解1

巴黎米夏拉克这货真的不是乳酪蛋糕也不是蛋挞的做法图解1

1. 所有配料如图

巴黎米夏拉克这货真的不是乳酪蛋糕也不是蛋挞的做法图解2

2. 牛奶、淡奶油一起放入厚底平底锅中加热，加入香草精

巴黎米夏拉克这货真的不是乳酪蛋糕也不是蛋挞的做法图解3

3. 蛋黄和細砂糖在盆中搅拌至糖融化后加入玉米澱粉拌匀

巴黎米夏拉克这货真的不是乳酪蛋糕也不是蛋挞的做法图解4

4. 牛奶煮沸后倒入蛋黄中拌匀

巴黎米夏拉克这货真的不是乳酪蛋糕也不是蛋挞的做法图解5

5. 再重新倒入平底锅中煮沸并持续搅拌30秒，面糊加热过度或者搅拌不足都会像炒鸡蛋一样，这个自己把控好

巴黎米夏拉克这货真的不是乳酪蛋糕也不是蛋挞的做法图解6

6. 离火倒在干净的盆中，并紧贴着面糊上覆盖一层保鲜膜，待其自然冷却。同时烤箱预热180度准备6寸蛋糕模具，刷油撒粉铺垫一层烘焙纸

巴黎米夏拉克这货真的不是乳酪蛋糕也不是蛋挞的做法图解7

7. 降温后再适当搅拌，倒入模具中，烘烤约60分钟至表面金黄色并有类似蛋挞的焦斑。出炉后静置自然冷却

巴黎米夏拉克这货真的不是乳酪蛋糕也不是蛋挞的做法图解8

8. 就像一个大蛋挞，哈哈哈…

巴黎米夏拉克这货真的不是乳酪蛋糕也不是蛋挞的做法图解9

9. 切面是这样的，里面很嫩哦

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最後階段一定要看著色程度，不要烤過頭。一定要徹底冷卻凝固以後才脫模。

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