BY MARCY SHORTUSE
These things are all pretty important, but they pale in comparison to the pressing issue I feel I must address.
That issue is dessert. Really, really good dessert.
Maybe because it’s so fresh in my head right now, sitting at my desk with the taste of three different selections of manna from the Inn Bakery still wandering around on my tongue. But I have to tell you ... the people making the confections at our newest bakery will change your life.
From the chocolate mousse cupcakes to the triple-chocolate brownies, from the mini fruit cheesecakes to the chocolate cookie torte ... wow.
If you have not journeyed down to the bakery, located right where a bakery has always been, next to The Barnichol, you really, really should. I haven’t tried the sandwiches yet, but our ad representative Dizey said they are to die for.
But let us digress back to the real meat of the issue ... the dessert.
It was in honor of Dizey’s birthday that I purchased the aforementioned three divine pieces of goodness. We sat down at her table with the torte, the cheesecake and the brownie before us. We contemplated which one we would try first. I decided on the chocolate torte, which was like a giant, smooth chocolate chip with a cookie crust. It ended up being my favorite. Of all time. In the universe.
Dizey tried the cheesecake first. I carefully watched her facial expression, waiting for enlightenment. Her face screwed around once, as if in careful contemplation.
“Oh ... that’s ... good.”
My initial reaction to the cookie torte was instantaneous. There was no question for any amount of nanoseconds in Dizey’s mind as to what I thought of mine. My recollection is hazy, but I believe it involved some obscenity wrapped around a monosyllabic compliment.
I should have known that when I saw Julianne, our island ad rep, devour an Inn Bakery chocolate croissant in the span of about a minute. She who thrives on granola and wheatgrass put down that pastry like she was getting paid to do it. I can’t remember a time I’ve ever seen her eat anything like that.
Did I mention it’s good stuff?
Oh, and to the parties responsible for creating these decadent, soul-stealing food items ... THANK YOU. Thank you for restoring my faith in food, after too many Oreos and Duncan Hines cake mixes. You will be rewarded greatly in the afterlife, I am sure.
Oh, and for those of you planning to diet in the new year, you’d better hope you’re reading the paper prior to January 1. If not, sorry about that.
Marcy Shortuse is the editor of the Boca Beacon
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