>Oh.my.God. My eyes are literally rolling back into my head. My mouth closes and freezes as my tastebuds savor the delicate flavors awakening them. It’s like I am eating in slow motion because I don’t ever want this taste sensation to end.
Tiramisu. I think I just had my first food orgasm. Need I say more?
It’s not like I’ve never had it before. I have. I didn’t really care for it then, though. Last night, for some reason, when we finished our meal at Olive Garden (my fave restaurant), I looked at my husband and asked him if I could take a piece of tiramisu home, you know, since it’s my birthday and all.
Man, oh man.
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
What if I told you George Clooney was here, too, in tiramisu heaven, with me?
Have a hanky, you might want to catch that drool before it hits the floor.