On Desserts.

Are you feeling truly committed when you start working on your steak?
What are your preprandial thoughts? With that steak? Hardly. At best,
is there something in the after-steak life? What is on your mind when
you are overwhelmed with satiety, and that steak has no more room to
go? If you think about the check, tips and the state of the
post-coital hebetude, your mind is in need of a serious rewiring.

In a proper line of thinking, you should take a jaunt to the
Dessertland.

Regardless of how good the meal is, it is no more than foreplay
(although in the rare event of steak-inflicted borborygmus that is all
it takes succumb to desultoriness of being) leading to a climacteric
realization that like all roads lead to Rome, all proper meals end up
with The Dessert.

Desserts we love to hate come in a variety of shapes and forms. Cakes,
candy, cookies, ice creams and sorbets, fruits and smoothies,
puddings, taffies, custards, and the list goes on. Even though the
toothsome dessert is an honorary culmination to the halcyon evening,
it is undoubtedly an ultimate source of sugar and mega-calories you
will see next morning making appearance everywhere, perhaps not
limited to the mirror. So just a friendly piece of advice -- being
indulged, be mindful of your long-term life goals, (stress on "long
life"), diabetes and dental aspects of pleasure; be moderate, humble,
and not overly rapacious. And when you find a desert you'd love to
date more often than your actual date, make sure you don't become the
dessert's significant other.

(C) Alpine 2004