The Tiramisu child in me.

I spent 20 minutes earlier this week in the fancy cheese section of my grocery store looking for some fancy Italian cheese I’d never heard of. They only had one pack left so I nabbed it and another pack of cream cheese to make up what I was missing for this recipe.

I made a tiramisu last night for this thing we’re doing tonight. I was feeling like such an adult whippin up my sabayon cream over a double boiler with my left hand while simultaneously whipping up heavy whipping cream to stiff peaks in another bowl with my right hand.

I was dipping lady fingers, (which I’d never even heard of until this week) in a bowl of espresso and khaluah ; total adulting. As I was dusting the top of my 9 x 13 Italian cream pie with unsweetened cocoa, I realized I had to wrap this sucker up eventually in Saran Wrap to let it chill overnight. In my former days, the Saran Wrap wouldn’t get enough clearance and would pull off the top layer of whatever was in the pan the next day. But on this occasion, I went to my adult brain and said “adult brain, how would a sophisticated adult handle this?” It instructed me to place some hard spaghetti noodles over the top of the pan to protect my precious tiramisu before I wrapped it. And by golly it actually worked. I am 42 years old and have finally arrived at a place where I can generate and execute good ideas that work instead of my janky half cocked plans that consistently fail me.

When I went to clean up the mess high on my sophisticated new sense of adulting, as the kids are calling it these days, I realized I ate almost half a package of cream cheese for dinner as I was cooking this mushy lady finger pie up. Plain cream cheese straight out of the philly pack is what I ate as a kid, so I guess I still have a bit of kid in me....maybe I’ll just skip dinner tonight and go straight to the dessert.