So this may sound weird, but if you really wanna know how much your man loves you … like if he would walk to the ends of the Earth for you … just send him on an errand in the grocery store and see what happens. Seriously. Don’t believe me? Keep reading.
So, I have always wanted to try making tiramisu. And now, I have. Tried it, that is. We made it over the holidays, and having done so, I can honestly say, I’m doubtful I ever will again. Don’t get me wrong, it was delicious. Like DELICIOUS. But, OMG soooo many steps. And soooo not vegan. Like at all. In fact, I can’t even call this recipe “almost” vegan. Because it’s not. Not at all. And yes, I believe in the 90-10 rule, meaning I follow a plant-based diet … meaning my diet is plant-based and most of what I eat is derived from plants but if you come here often enough, then you know I also occasionally eat some seafood and French brie is my downfall. No other dairy. No eggs. No meat, poultry or pork … but mussels and clams and yes, that damn brie. What can I say. Call me a heathen, I don’t care. Really, I’m already over it.
Still, I’m doubtful I’ll ever make tiramisu again because I just can’t, in good conscience. I mean even the damn lady fingers aren’t vegan. And the mascarpone? Sure, I could try my hand at making a cashew cream and eventually omit the egg yolks … try using vegan cream cheese in place of the mascarpone … make my own lady fingers (as if), and use a vegan chocolate. But, like I said, I’m doubtful. And then there’s that part about all the steps. Like I said, OMG! Now for the part about what to do if you really wanna know how much your man loves you …
I, of course, put my man in charge of locating the said fingers at the grocery store and though it did take him a considerable amount of time (I mean he could’ve just asked someone) he did eventually return with not just one, but two packages in hand. (Good job, honey.) Oh, and since you asked, they are not near the cookies nor the crackers but they’re in the deli section with other “specialty” foods. Go figure.
Oh, and then for the topping, I forgot to get large chocolate bars so he had to grate Hershey Kisses, which we just happened to have in the basement freezer, until I was satisfied there was enough to top the cake. Yea, he was super happy about it (pour me another drink, please).
Anyway, like I said … probably never gonna happen again but stay tuned, one never knows where this crazy journey in the kitchen (and out) will take us but one thing’s for sure, I do know my man loves me more than anything in the world I mean hey, he came back with two packages of ladyfingers (big kiss, babe!)
“Cooking is like making love, you do it well, or you don’t do it at all.” ~ Harriet Van Horne
“Cooking is at once child’s play and adult joy. And cooking done with care is an act of love.”― Craig Claiborne
“Cooking is like love: It should be entered into with abandon or not at all.” — Harriet van Horne