If it’s got raspberries in it, it’s not dessert. Come to think of it, if it’s got fruit in it at all (aside from an occasional marciano cherry), it’s really does not qualify as dessert. I think I’ve gone on the record as saying this before, but I don’t think the point can be too overstated. A perfect example is when you go to a Japanese restaurant. They ask you if you want dessert, and you mistakenly ask what they have. The answer is always the sam, Pineapple wedges, oranges with cherries, or a scoop of green tea ice cream. Oh, my word!
Let’s all be clear that this is not to say that pineapple, cherries, oranges, raspberries, even some frozen green tea can be delicious. They’re certainly refreshing, I totally agree! They’re just not dessert.
Unfortunately, however, today was National Raspberries and Cream Day, and this being a work day, there just wasn’t time to participate at any time other than after dinner and right before bed. It is often the classic definition of a dessert. That’s alright, though. This month is riddled with desserts on The List, and I don’t need an absolute naughty dessert tonight anyway.
Raspberries & Cream have a pretty loose definition. In some cases it can be a cream filled raspberry cake. In others it’s just a bowl of raspberries with some half & half poured over it. But, since it’s fruit based anyway, I figured it would be a good opportunity to actually not have dessert tonight. On this holiday, my version of raspberries and cream was made this way: One layer of vanilla yogurt, topped with a five or six raspberries, which are then topped with another layer of vanilla yogurt. Then, one nice, sizeable dollop of freshly made whipped cream (that’s just some heavy whipping cream, with a couple teaspoons of confectioners sugar and some honey blended in), with some raspberries pressed in around the the sides and tops of the whipped cream.
Of course, I didn’t make something so fancy as what’s on top of the page there for the rest of the family. Partly because I only own one martini glass, but mostly because, well, I’ve always been of the mind of why dirty a bowl when I can eat the soup right out of the pot? A seven-year old really doesn’t need to be associating with a martini glass anyway.
See you Wednesday for National Frozen Custard Day.