It’s been a long week. I’ve been busy chipping-in in the restructuring at work. I sat silently typing away on my computer not concerned with the hours that passed by. Everyone else was going about their own jobs. The girl that is usually sat next to me has been away for the last 2 days. There was nothing to distract my chain of thougts except the occassional hand stretch for the 1 ltr Kilimanjaro bottle that I have strategically placed on the top half of the desk surface about 5 cm from the right edge corner of my PC. It provides me with cues to take sips of water to keep hydrated.
I work in a comfortable environment. Your standard upville office; tiled floor, soft leather chair and A/C on, nothing to complain about. Okay, nothing until my stomach started making noises that would put a rain toad in shame. It was time to eat.
Lunch. The most dreadful hour in my day. I’m too lax to bring something from home and am too picky to enjoy a meal from the restaurants nearby (things 4 Square won’t tell you ‘just coz the lasagnia looks good doesn’t mean it’s enjoyable!) Unfortunately I’ve already rated all the restaurants close by as ‘not worth the money’.
Walking down the street and around the corner I never thought that I would be moved to tears. Today I discovered Epidor. A small restaurant serving up Lebanese cusine. I just popped in for a smoothy at the open bar and had little expectations. While waiting for the drink the waiter directed me to the cashier located at the inside reception.
My mouth started watering up as the bakery became visible. From a distance I noticed the well cut Tiramisu pieces dusted with cocoa powder and protected from my eager hands by a glass display.
It’s been a while since I have had a dessert that stimulated my sense of taste. Soft, mildly sweet but sturdy centre combine with a coarse bottom created an interesting combination of textures in the Tiramisu. The rich flavour of fresh cream blended with the bitterness of cocoa reminded me of wonderful evenings spent with my friends in cafe’s sipping coffee and bitching about work and miserable customers. Ah! The wonderful memories of heartaches, disappointments, laughter, optimism and the little autographed napkin notes bearing witness of those renegade meetings.
In the end am not sure whether I cried because the Tiramisu was that good or because my hormones were a whreck but I’m sure the Epidor Tiramisu is something I would recommend to friends and foes a like.