Well... I thought I had lived... until...
I made dulce de leche... two jam jars of it in fact. And then proceeded to take a spoon, dig some out... and sprinkle a few flakes of sea salt on top. I put it in my mouth and that was it. It's all over now. I don't think anything else in this world could ever come close to tasting THAT good.
Now I may need DH to chain me to the bed to stop myself from doing a nigella and sneaking out in the middle of the night and scoffing it straight from the fridge.
I'm also dreaming about salted caramel macarons... and not needing to pay a small fortune for 1 when I can make a whole dozen - to share of course.