In the living room a baby cries out; while slightly less angry, but surely just as passionate, pots of velvety chocolate smush demand to be noticed at the table. A first lingering bite befuddle the barometers of taste; they are left to grasp mixed messages fluttering across their allegedly cultivated tongues.
“Did I just…?”
Another question is asked.
It seems each pot has realized the best response to indulgent sin is not always confession, but more sin. The sin of omission. So I will say nothing as well and let them all wonder.
“Isn’t that always the way?”, I think, but this time to myself.
Light itself looks sarcastic when caught falling onto the frothy mix of milky sweet puffery and chocolate bits which obfuscate the copious chocolate cauldron below it. A lip smacks provoking an awkward moment where we are left to ponder just what, if anything, is animating us.
Perhaps it is not a libidinous palate but simply a tumescent hunger over-thinking the situation? Was that a wink?
Heat? Sweet? Or was it something else entirely?
If only tongues, men in love, and food bloggers had better vocabularies we could have it all described for us in pulchritudinous prose. Nouns and adjectives can fight amongst themselves to be the subjects. They can explain for us what it all means when a secret is revealed and a mystery is replaced with fact.
“Of course!” But will it change anything? Yes and no, certainly. It always does, sometimes.
Initial desire is sated and gentility can restored again. Now even the baby giggles and spoons once again can sink gently into their rich creamy vessels; lifting payloads northward to signal the tongues that they are ready to play once again. Over and over.
Coffee begs to be served.
While the rest of you have been busy salting your food with varying grain coarseness and flakiness for some added topical relevance, I have been having a field day with the other shaker on the table, black pepper. Last fall I unexpectedly tossed some crushed black pepper into a cherry crisp and it rocked my culinary world. I didn’t add a ton mind you, but just enough to create a mild and somewhat mysterious heat to kick in. My goal was to create interest without being obnoxious. A trait I would wish for both salt and potential suitors to strive for these days.
Nevertheless, this decadent and rich chocolate dessert has been begging for equal treatment ever since that fateful day. And as it turns out, what better time to add a little heat to chocolate than at Valentine’s Day? Think about it: if chocolate is to equal love, then what is love without a little heat to keep you warm?
And, as if these pots aren’t perfect enough for entertaining on love’s special day you should also know that you can make them the night before. Or two.
Peppery Chocolate Pot de Crème