Sinfully Delicious

"Going once, going twice, sold!" Score! The husband out bid everyone at the scout auction for, A Dessert a Month, donated by a gal in our ward who is a most fabulous cook. This donation has been coveted by every person who attends the yearly fund raiser and we were the lucky recipient who became the envy of the auction.

Aprils dessert was delivered by her son, so I didn't get the official name of what it was called but I'm telling you it was to die for. She had made a graham cracker crust loaded it with lemon filling and smothered whip cream over the top.

There once was a time where you couldn't get me to touch, let alone taste anything with a lemon filling. I would not, could not, in a house, I could not, would not, with a mouse or in a box with a fox or in a boat with a goat. Actually the time was not that far back. Only up until a month ago I braved eating a lemon bar, simply because I didn't want to appear finicky or rude. I took a very small piece and bit a tiny portion, just to be safe.

It was the most amazing thing I have ever tasted and I can't believe I had been depriving myself my entire life. That lemon bar opened a whole new world for my taste buds and I knew I could never go back.

With Aprils dessert in the fridge, I became a consent visitor with fork in hand. With a nibble, nibble here and a nibble, nibble there I pretty much nibbled it away. I'm thinking the husband only had one serving. I hope this isn't a foreshadowing of the months to come or I'm gonna have to increase my not so consistent Pilate's routine.

Oh by the way, here's what the dish looked like after I licked it clean.