Mini Molten Chocolate Cakes & Burnt Marshmallow Ice Cream
Sweet tooth. Oh precious little sweet tooth, I feel you there. Gnawing your way towards bananas foster. Clawing your way towards a snickerdoodle. You precious little gem, you soak up a key lime tart like a drink of water. A siphon for ganache. A suction cup making its home on miso caramel covering vanilla soft serve. You bathe in a mousse or a custard like a baby takes its first bath. And I hate you.
I hate you for making me make these mini molten chocolate cakes. I loathe your essence for inspiring burnt marshmallows in rich, vanilla ice cream. I despise your willingness to follow through until the first bite is perfectly poised and received into your manipulative claws. Oh sweet tooth, I hate you, you beautiful sugar monger. You will never be satisfied!
You motivate and distress me, you Siren of loneliness. Isolating me with a blow torch and a bunch of willing creme brûlées that need a good caramelization. You torture me by turning my whisk in a bowl of mascarpone whipped cream, twisting the knife as I pipe it onto a fresh, room temperature chocolate buttermilk cake. I, the marionette, you the Puppeteer, playing my every move. And you smashed my Conscious with a spatula covered in raspberry coulis, you monster. I might never wish upon a star again.
You connive your way into the graces of my weakness every 28 days and I make a batch of chocolate chip cookies to appease you, make you happy. And then you fill me with regret and a bloated stomach. You evil little tooth, I should have you pulled. But I could never follow through with it. You wouldn’t have it. Before I could get the pliers and pull you myself, you would have me at the store buying a pound of cake flour or fresh peaches for cobbler. I can never get an edge on you.
Like a small, wounded forest animal, I am defenseless against you. Left here, in the wilderness, with these delightful molten chocolate cakes topped with burnt marshmallow ice cream. How dare you. And you didn’t even leave me a spoon…