Each friday night we bring on the desserts, the sweet trolley as my grandmother did; just like her we pretend we made the thawed treats. It was our ritual and it made us happy after our week of slog and effort.
Dessert was always the exclamation point of our celebration meals, and this birthday cake was a crown of pure chocolate, pure sweetness, pure sugar rush happiness.
Dessert was the kind of cupcake that foodie daydreams are made of, the where rainbows morph into moist brown crumb.
Dessert was a special occasions thing and so we made them super special. We weren't the best of artists when it came to presentation, but wow, they sure did taste of all the sweet love that went into making them.
Dessert to our family was translated to "chocolate," we loved it that much. So, be it a mousse, a cake or a sundae - there was a sublime chorus of sweet brown hues.