What is probably one of the most disappointing things to hear when you come back to the table?
“You just missed ordering dessert.” my friend, Alex, says.
Many things crossed my mind at that point, but the one thing that was evident to everyone at the table was my disappointment. It doesn’t take long for blood to drain from your face from shock. “What am I going to do?!” I think.
“Marissa you can have some of my Boston Cream Pie because I won’t be able to finish it.” Alex says.
Blood starts to flow back through my cheeks as those were the most heroic words I heard all day.
The Boston Cream Pie was radiating when it came to the table. My eyes were glued to it after it arrived. I was thinking, “I really really want to eat that.” My friend, Harry, reluctantly switched seats with me probably because he wanted to eat some too. There is no way a guy should cross paths with a girl and dessert.
Every savory bite of that Boston Cream Pie was a little bit of heaven. Chocolate frosting covered the cake and it wasn’t overly rich at all. It reminded me of chocolate ganache. The moist, fluffy cake was stuffed with cream. Together this “pie” was not overly sweet. It was perfection.
The saddest thing of that dessert was seeing the empty plate and not taking a picture of it before we ate it.