I don't go out with my parents that often anymore and my dad never announces dining for desert, so I wasn't about to pass up the chance to go to a nice restaurant and get a fancy treat. Hey, you only live once.
I walked past the sparkling chilled shelf, my eye grabbed onto the small lemon meringue pie; it's dusted glimmering, swirling cone like dancing thick cream on top of thick buttery pastry. My decision had been made.
I opened the menu in front of me and flicked to the desert section, 'Passionfruit Creme Brulee'.
There it was, dazzling on the hard glossy paper, calling me to sink into it's creamy depths. My decision had been made, again.
On the television I had seen people holding their spoon ready and then cracking the glassy caramel coating, I imitated them and felt the love they had described. The passionfruit pulp relaxed, in a pool of cool, thick vanillary cream inside the cracked top, I didn't waste a moment- this wouldn't be something easily forgotten.
It was more the texture than the flavour of the dish; extremely smooth and yolky, the hard caramel glaze on the surface complimented a perfect contrast, passionfruit gave it a subtle twang of sourness and the rich vanilla ice cream in a bowl to the side added that little extra richness.
Look forward to some beautiful creme brulee's by me in the future :)
photo by Katzzii
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