Xmas Decadence
My Mom made a tiramisu torte for dessert last night for Christmas Day at my uncle's house. It was probably the best dessert I've ever had. It consisted of espresso ice cream, a layer of chocolate sauce, and mascarpone ice cream bordered by ladyfingers, topped with cocoa powder, and liberally drizzled with hot chocolate sauce upon serving. She made the ice cream herself. Rich, creamy, and extraordinarily delicious. I had a second piece. I never have a second piece. And this sweetness-gushing comes from one who does not usually take dessert with any degree of frequency or excess. But I could not resist. It was heavenly, ethereal, otherwordly - a frozen confectionary concoction without peer in this life.
Brava, Mama.
2 comments:
Even before you wrote this paean, your uncle from Texas was expressing deep disappointment that he did not manage to grab a piece of torte before it had vanished.
Oh no! If I had known I wouldn't have inhaled the last piece.
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