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.