Raspberry Mascarpone Pie @ A Spoonful of Sugar, Indiranagar, Bangalore
I drove furiously; a few motorists were roughly pushed to the pavement. Six kilometers was nothing to satisfy a craving. And this time it was bad. I couldn’t think straight, I needed the fix…now. I had the rest of them on speed dial, but this one was different. If I wanted it, I had to go there myself. The anticipation builds up as you come closer. Maybe that was part of their plan? Parallel parking was not my scene, but I did it anyway. I didn’t want the moment to be interrupted by the cops. I walked into the space. There were others like me, reverently consuming their poison. He looked at me from behind the counter. The clear glass displayed everything that I wanted and more. Which one would I choose today? Something dark and dangerous or something sweet and exotic? There was one in Red calling out to me. I looked with scare concealed desire. He smirked and handed it over to me. I took Red with me to a corner. I didn’t want anyone recognizing me here. My face was already contorted with pleasure. I sat down on the cold concrete seat and picked up the spoon. The first bite is the most exquisite. I reverently dug into the layered pie. The Raspberry gelee mottled with raspberry bits, soft creamy mascarpone whipped to feel like air and the crumbly sweet biscuit – could it have been any more perfect? It was melting in my mouth and exploding on my tongue at once. Bite after bite the experience reached a crescendo! Sigh… it was over now. I walked up to the counter and paid him. ‘Would I like a tissue?’ he asked. Apparently, I still had evidence all over my face.