Perhaps I was infected by the Valentine’s Day fever that has already swept the nation into a punch-drunk stupor, or maybe I was inspired by the recent snow storm that left DC swathed in a cool and creamy candescence…
… but whatever the reason, I found myself dreaming up a luscious white chocolate mousse during my Monday morning conference call, when I clearly should have been concentrating on more substantive matters. In any case, I couldn’t wait to get into my kitchen and create it.
Fast-forward 12 hours and the product of my musings was complete. And it was resplendent. The silken chocolate cream settled softly in voluptuous, glossy dollops within champagne flutes, as the sinfully-rich raspberry coulis rolled down its slopes. As a final touch, I perched fresh raspberries atop the velvety peaks for a tangy finish.
The mousse was everything I had hoped for- luxurious, indulgent, sexy, and positively euphoric. Like an intoxicating love affair without any negative repercussions.
If love were a dish… this would be it.
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