Creme Brulee has always been a dessert that I swoon over but the savoire faire of indulging in White Chocolate Creme Brulee makes me swoon beyond belief. Perhaps it's the anticipation of cracking through the sugar-glazed crust or perhaps it's the bundle of alluring richness that seems to coexist so perfectly with the creamy, smooth custard engaged with white chocolate just beneath. Exasperatingly so, could it be the variety of berries that embodied this perfect and well behaved dessert? Eating Creme Brulee is so seductively enchanting; there is nothing more simplistic that can tantalize your senses and taste buds. The French call it burnt creme, I call it rhapsody on fire! Now, I don't want to fall into the black hole of romanticizing food but I must...where I would ramble on and on about how this delightful dessert makes me daydream about being a Parisian woman, sitting outside of a cozy bistro, discussing the perfect pairing of food and fine wine while my perfectly silk scarf tangles into my perfectly fitted suit as my perfectly manicured hands unravel it just so and in the midst of this, I suddenly get the urge for a perfectly slim cigarette as I inhale and release a perfectly lined puff...aagh...cough, cough! Ok, let's strike the cigarette scene. So, nonetheless, I got a bit carried away but this fancy treat is the superiority of all custards; it's svelte and chic! Now back to reality.. Excusez-moi as I repose my messy hair that, if I were French, would be the next sought after do. As much as I like to make believe I'm a ravishing french woman, it's nice to know that I can get carried and swooned away just miles away at Yucatan Taco Stand. Au revoir cake enthusiasts, until we meet again.
