Apparently it's beneath contempt to order creme brulee. I don't care. I LIKE creme brulee.

The restaurant at one of the hotels in DC (the Four Seasons? Whichever one it is on Penn, about halfway between Georgetown and the Foggy Bottom metro) has a dessert that's three mini creme brulees: one vanilla, one chocolate, and one coffee. It's incredibly good.

Timelies all!

Welcome Isaac and congrats to the Burrell family!

:tries to ignore dessert talk:

:glares at kosher for Passover cookies:

sigh...

I'm like ita. I have a lot of favorites. Among them:

Bread pudding souffle with bourbon sauce at Commander's Palace

So frelling good. I've had this every time I've eaten there.

Bananas Foster at the Court of Two Sisters in New Orleans, where they flambe it, then dump it into vanilla ice cream. It's the world's best banana split.

And I like Boston creme pie a lot. The real kind. With the cake and gloop and stuff.

:glares at kosher for Passover cookies:

I just skipped those this year. I had some Passover cake, but I think I finished it. It was pretty gross, anyway -- came from the "the texture's going to be all wrong, so we'll cover it up by doubling the sugar" school of Passover baking.

Bananas Foster at the Court of Two Sisters in New Orleans, where they flambe it, then dump it into vanilla ice cream. It's the world's best banana split.

Oh, I loved that. Okay, I loved all the food at the Court of Two Sisters, but the Bananas Foster was amazing.

I cannot pick a favorite dessert. However, I want lots and lots of any dessert, right now.

My mamaw used to make Burnt Sugar Cake: [link] One of these days I have to try it myself.

I just had a handful of cajun-spiced pecans (that's pik-AHNs, dammit). Not dessert, but yummy nonetheless.

"No animals were harmed in filming this... Oops." [link]

And yet Mary Ellen got laid off.

One time, I had a large slug fall of the roof and entwine itself in my hair. (I was reading outside.) I reached up to brush hair back and thought "How did I get gum stuck in my hair?" until it started squirming. I shrieked and started batting desperatly at my head till it plopped out. Still screaming, I ran into the kitchen, got the salt and poured about a pound of it on the hapless slug, whilst shouting "Die, bastard slug, DIIIIEEEE!" and dancing about in an agony of revulsion.

Favorite desserts:

Tiramisu

Creme brulee

Homemade vanilla ice cream rolled in cocoa and topped with Kahlua.

I don't have one favorite dessert, but among the top tier is the first cake on this page: [link]

This is where flea and Mr. flea's wedding cake came from, IIRC, though they didn't get the Opera Cream Torte, which is my favorite. It's amazing.