Count
your calories, count your carbs, count your points, and count your
blessings. Food is fuel to keep
you alive and you eat to live, rather than living to eat. So you read everything you can about
antioxidents, superfoods, unsaturated everything, Omega-3 this, organic that,
and maybe that’s what you’ve got to do.
Pleasure is only part of the eating experience isn’t it? Eat or die, after all. Well, except for dessert, of
course. Nobody needs desserts to
do jack. We are talking about the
sole gastronomical experience in human life meant for the sole purpose of
pleasure. That in mind, why would
you ever eat a dessert that was just okay? The very soul of luxury is in play and you would consume the
very soul of mediocrity. Let’s be
very clear here. It is beyond
excuse. Here is the kind of thing
you should experience when you have your dessert. Vanilla should take you away to a place both tropical and
floral where the familiar and fantastic merge like a perfect dream. Chocolate should taste like the soul of
an Easter bunny and all the magic and intoxicating ecstasy should flow over the
tongue making you grateful for your good fortune to have lived long enough to
taste it. Strawberry should taste
of the essence of spring with rebirth and rejuvenation as real a sensation
across the tongue as the feel of the newly green grass against the feet. Lemon should taste fresh and clean,
like all the energy involved in photosynthesis became capable of detection by
scent. Whatever you taste and
whatever you feel, you should taste and feel something and it should be
something that you care about tasting and feeling. A good dessert will activate the whole emotional spectrum. Rage at the bad taste in the mouth all
the imitators that came before have left lingering. Avarice at the notion that sharing is even slightly
acceptable. Fear that it might
never be this good again. Will that
you will learn to make something this good yourself. Hope that quality desserts live in an age of
mediocrity. Love for the dessert
and the unique experience it brings you.
Compassion for those who haven’t the slightest idea what a real dessert
is. So what’s it going to be? You can spend your whole life eating
sugar frosted cardboard with the shelflife of uranium 390, big tubs of ice
cream more air than food, or frozen cheesecake made a lifetime away and served
frozen by the slice, or you can have something else. You can have something special. You can be reminded why kids the world over ask mom what’s
for dessert, why people will buy even bad versions of what they seek, and why
Moses wasn’t promised a land of milk and steaks. Put down your mediocre pile of sugar. Eat some dessert that you will say
without the slightest hesitation or timidity tastes really freaking’ good.
-Frank
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