Oh, Mama Kat. Why must you make me relive this?
2.) Write a poem about a memory you sometimes wish would disappear.
It was a warm night in Florence.
The old city rose about me, all stone walls and cathedrals.
We sat around the table, covered in brown paper, littered with the remains of a feast,
And we said “Yes!” when she asked
If we wanted dessert.
It came in a small cup. Glass, so we could see each layer.
Two forks – one for my brother-in-law, one for me.
Gently we pressed the tines down,
Down through the cream,
Through the mascarpone,
Through the ladyfingers soaked in fresh espresso and rum.
Sweet, lovely tiramisu.
Heaven in a glass cup, so small yet so rich.
A dessert born of Florence, never found again.
At least not as good.
I dream of tiramisu, of Florence, of heaven.
I long to forget. I yearn for more.
But when the dessert menu arrives here in America,
I order the crème brulee.
I can one billion ways relate. Only not a dessert.
When I lived in Germany there was this tiny little restaurant in our small town that was run by a woman & her mother. Seriously the kitchen was a HOUSE kitchen. A four burner stove, a regular oven under the stove top. And an island where she did all the chopping and prepping. Every.single.plate was made when it was ordered and while that meant you waited forever…it was ALWAYS worth it. I used to get the chicken cordon bleu with mushroom gravy sauce. There was no place in Germany that made it like that. And I’ve attempted to find a place int he states that comes close. And it was disappointing. I worry that when I finally make it back to Germany her mom will have passed away and they will have closed shop. 🙁
I enjoyed this post, it was from a different perspective than I would have taken. For me, this prompt makes me think of bad things that I would not want to relive but yours is good.
Mmm.. Tiramisu. I miss Italy – and the food there too!
Stopped by from Mama Kat’s.
I actually don’t like tiramisu but now I want some. I wish I could unread this post.
yum yum. I loved Florence (lived there for a year)—my downfall is a gianduioto (a block of hazelnut ice cream surrounded by delicious whip cream). yum yum!