Saturday was raining and cold once again. I desired couch-potato status – just me, the remote, a fire and my kitty. Instead, I was required to turn my kitchen into a laboratory. I took the challenge from Big D and Poco del Chile to come up with a Valentine’s Day dessert. This was my last weekend to experiment.
The final version, Raspberry Cappuccino Torte, was a very moist and dark mocha cake base filled with raspberry jam and cinnamon whipped cream, and topped with chocolate glaze and fresh raspberries.
Sunday, I carefully transported my samples to the Steakhouse. I walked down the back hall (the lights were off, which was surprising), carrying my confectionary treats like gifts from the magi…only to realize the back door was locked (that’s odd!). I made my way to the front of the store and came face to face with the big sign on the front door that read (gasp!):
“Closed February 7 for Super Bowl”
All I could say was, “Are you fucking kidding me???!!” for the next hour as I drove back home.
I’ve been thinking about this damn dessert for the last four or five weeks. I spent a good portion of my Saturday (not to mention my own money) developing the right recipe. I woke up on Sunday earlier than desired, got myself ready and drove to work – all for NOTHING???!!!
To say I was irked would be an understatement. So, I took a picture for Big D and emailed it, explaining the “mix up” – and my neighbors got a special treat.
At this point, I don’t care if we make my dessert for Valentine’s Day or not. I’m feeling “done” with the Steakhouse. I don’t want to be a quitter, but this isn’t fun anymore.