Our Italian friend Domenico is completely skece. In the area there was a terrible crisis with deliveries, and the unfortunate could not prepare his favorite dessert. "Mama Mia ..." - sighed Domenico in the grocery shop, and the owner of the institution Socially called a disappointed client. Everything rested into some kind of cookies. However, for us it is "some kind of", and for Domenico - "then". A small factory, its ancient prescription impregnation of biscuits with a liqueur, in general, for a favorite dessert you only need this and no other. The grocer argued that might find it tomorrow. But even our modest information about the South Tytalian lifestyle was enough to argue: "Tomorrow" means a week, no less.
We were very surprised when in a couple of days, Domenico was still creative, thereby biscling. And in the day, he brought us a rather small piece of Dolce Vita. According to the amateur confectioner, he should have been preparing very simple. The same cookie should be pouring a mixture of mascarpone, several eggs, a small amount of dry cocoa, a large amount of grated chocolate and generous portion of brandy. Then the freezer - and after a few hours it is ready what will bring to the heart attack of any nutritionist. In my opinion, it looks like ice cream. Thick, oily, moderately sweet and incredibly tasty. Can I write this? I do not eat sweet. And even prefer fruits after they passed the fermentation process or distillation. But in this situation I was ready to divide the universal delight about local products and skillful hands. I ate already two teaspoons ...
Unhealthy adults of adults to sweets are explained in different ways. Sometimes they see the reason for the lack of lollipops in childhood. Sometimes - in the decline of personal life. It is even saying that a bag of sweets is a kind of saving bridge to get away from the beginning of a sad working day to its completion. For me, everything is much easier for me. Sweet tooth, I suggest you admit to the obvious: you are banal glucose alkashi, people, devoid of will and fantasy. But much more terrible, for some reason your passion for sugar is not considered in society with something indecent and shameful. And those who call on the war with the confectionery industry are called strange.
But there is still a yield. Go to the south of Italy and get to know Domenico. If you behave well, he will give you to try my home dessert and may even teach it cooking. And you learn that such a real sweet happiness, which, by the way, fits in two teaspoons.