So, do you remember how I said there were two desserts with berries that I really wanted to share with you? Well, you can see the first one in my most recent post, and this is the second one. And trust me, just because I am posting it second, doesn't mean it is not first-rate in taste. This was soooo good. As in, I easily ate three portions of it without even noticing it, good. After trying this just once, I plan to put it on my regular rotation for dinner parties or evenings with friends, and I have a sneaking feeling you might do the same after trying it yourself.
I thought I should share this with you on this lovely Sunday morning, since it was a couple of weeks ago on a Sunday that I made it. To be precise, it was exactly two weeks ago, on Sunday, May 9th... Mother's Day. Now, I wish I could say that I made this for my lovely, wonderful mother on that particular Sunday; but alas, I am more than 2,000 miles away from any immediate family. So on Mother's Day, I woke up to a slightly gray, cloudy morning feeling lonely and missing my mom and family. I lay there feeling sorry for myself for a little while (cue the world's tiniest violin playing the world's saddest song), and then I got up and went into the kitchen. I made myself a cup of tea and surveyed the options for breakfast. That left me uninspired and still feeling blue. So naturally, I grabbed a stack of cookbooks and crawled back into bed.
I don't really know what it was about paging through the recipes, but I immediately started feeling less lonely. Maybe because cooking and eating is generally a communal experience? Probably more likely because my main associations of food and cooking, and my most fond memories of eating, are with family and loved ones.
In any case, I was paging through one of Ina Garten's Barefoot Contessa cookbooks (don't we all love them?), and then I saw it: this beautiful dish with berries was calling out to me like a siren. The fog of my self-pity lifted (thank goodness), and I recalled that I had just bought some amazing organic strawberries and mulberries from the farmer's market the day before. The mulberries were an especially awesome find, since I rarely see them at the market, and these ones were ripe, with a deeply mellow, sweet taste.
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