Have you ever eaten one of those brownie things with a layer of melted marshmallow and a layer of chocolate frosting? Someone posted a photo of something like that on Facebook and I can’t seem to get it out of my head. Like having a song stuck in there playing over and over and over, you just want it to go away.
It brings to mind other delectable ridiculous things I’ve eaten over the years.
I worked at a print shop/weekly newspaper a hundred years ago and one of the guys who ran the big machine that printed everything, oh yeah, a printer… (I can see I need to write a completely different post just on this one job I had once. ) Anyway, this guy used to drop into a local bakery and bring us all back these amazing things called crocodile jaws. It’s a long triangle-shaped donut, sliced open, filled with jelly and whipped cream and drizzled with chocolate icing on top. Haven’t seen anything like it since I stopped working there. I didn’t ever get the name of the bakery either. What was I thinking!
I’m thinking pie. Lemon merengue. Tart, puckery smoothness laying below a blanket of white sticky air, resting gently on a crusted bed. My mouth is watering already.
School lunch ladies were masters at Apple Crisp! Oh. My. Heavenliness! Apples sliced thin and then encased with cinnamon and sugar and a bit of butter and maybe some nutmeg, then this crunchy topping o’ perfection, followed by a dollop of whipped cream lightly sweetened. I can still, almost, taste that favorite of lunch room miracles.
Creme brûlée anyone? Nothing else in the world is like that carmelized sugar crust on the top of the smoothest creamiest dessert known to man.
Except there were these Olympic cremes Mom used to make from carmelized sugar and condensed milk. Like a caramel, but not chewy, crisp but not crunchy. Melts in your mouth but with bits of sugary grains to let your tongue linger over.
Scotcheroos. If you haven’t had one of these I pity you. It’s Rice Crispy treats on steroids with chocolate. Booyah! Seriously puts everything else I’ve discussed to shame.
Italian crème cake? Carrot Cake? Strawberry shortcake? Red velvet cupcakes? Angel food cake? Is it possible to go wrong with anything that has cake in the name? I think not.
These are just a few of the wonders my tongue has tasted, the glories mine eyes have seen. Ah, yes, it’s been a delicious, occasionally decadent life at times. Mmm.
The best I have sitting around here? A reduced-fat chocolate ice-cream bar.
I think not.
I’m feeling too lazy to bake anything, or stir anything or go anywhere, so I’m just going to dream of past delights and comfort myself with memories of the loveliness that has passed my lips.