I went to a lovely little party the other day ~ had tons of fun, and sang hip hip hooray. There were over 60 different edibles to choose from, exotic (like the hostess), such as fried plantain egg rolls and items I didn't know the names for ~ but that were beautiful and delicious all the same...
I munched from the savory foods section, under a big huge tent. Until a 6 year old fairy named Lily appeared, ready to chat about how she didn't nibble food because she had partaken in too much chocolate eating.
How many pieces did you have? I asked
Then she looked at me, as if I were too dense to deserve an answer, and replied "How do you expect me to know how many pieces I had, when the chocolate was liquid?"
Liquid Chocolate?
Ahhh yes, she must have had chocolate from the chocolate fountain, I thought...
Then I realized, how over years and years of parties and fancy buffets, I have never once, not once been intrigued by the chocolate fountain.
I would rather stand by the salty stuff.
But then, out of the blue, I walked over to the chocolate fountain, which was adorned with the plumpest strawberries in the world.
And I plunged....
And plunged, and plunged and....
It was good.
It was soooo good.
Liquid Chocolate.
Not too sweet.
Perfect, and almost warm on my cool plump fruit...
I could feel it all over my lips, and maybe even dripping down my chin...
And then, crazed by the liquid chocolate -
I walked over to an enormous tower of these.
And, I did this, by holding it under the chocolate waterfall...
And then, I did it again... (of course, I did this on a second one, as to not double-dip)
It dripped on my toes and graced the tip of my nose. My green satin shoes felt a plop, plop, ploooop....
A boy watched me, and blushed.
I shrugged my shoulders, and made a face at him as if to say, I'm sorry you have to see this, but I don't really care - and then my secret devilish grin emerged.
I think I even felt horns start to peek out...
I vaguely recall someone giggling at me...
Did I mention it was good?
And, those thin crunchy little pancakes, stacked up in towers... Sigh.
They bewitched me completely, so I -
I fit as many as I could in my giant carpet bag, and then I held a big cup to the chocolate fountain, and filled it, til it was overflowing and running through my fingers, and down my wrist. (perhaps a white lie)
Then, I spotted a HUGE table filled with over 50 desserts, and although I normally would not even be inclined to do this, I walked over to a fruit pie, and plunked my face right into it.
It felt cool and moist and fresh, and I just stayed there for a little while holding my breath, lost in bliss...
That's when I felt someone pull my arms behind my back, and slap handcuffs on me. It was the Sweets Police. I was taken to a buttermilk cupcake cell, and held for three days. Until my Mammie could bake enough cakes to pay for my release.
And, that's where I have been you see...
Okay okay, I didn't plunk my face in the fruit pie or get carted away by the Sweets Police.
But it made for a great story don't you think???
I guess the point of this tale is that - some things never change...
Soooooo, now I want to hear about your salacious dessert tales!!!
Come on, I told, now you tell ~
Pretty please?
Or you could just, invent something ;)
♥ ,V
ps: To answer the question, that I so mindlessly left out -
About the pancakes - My mom used to make them for us when we were young, but they were not crunchy, and they were rolled, and we called them Swedish Pancakes - I inherited the antique decorative hand press she used to use... But- these (above) were more like Pizelles, which are thin Italian cookies- even though a Filipino Woman made them, and says they are a tradition in her home. So I think, maybe every culture makes a version of them? I think that must be the case ;)








Wow, that sounds amazing!!! And those thin pancakes look so beautiful. I have to admit to being more of a salty/savory girl too, but that certainly doesn't mean I don't enjoy my dessert! :) There is a picture of me on my first birthday holding a giant fistful of my teddy bear cake, chocolate smeared all over my face, looking as happy as can be :) Your picture reminded me of that, too adorable! ~Lauren
Posted by: FairRosamund | March 31, 2010 at 11:18 AM
Oh no... I was just sitting here telling myself that I don't need chocolate... no siree, no more chocolate for me today..... and then I read about fountains of sweet nectar and I'm afraid I am powerless to resist the urge of the sweet bean....What have you done??
Posted by: Lisa WrightStuff | March 31, 2010 at 11:50 AM
Oooh Vanessa, this all sounds sooo wonderful! And I love your tale of how you couldn't resist everything... I am the same way... okay, well here is one of my dessert tales... when my two nieces were just little girls, ages 5 and 7 my sister and I had a birthday party for them at a local cafe that was buffet style... I immediately went for the chocolate cake first and foremost... all of the little girls wanted cake first too... as did my sister and my nieces... so we all piled our trays up with delicious chocolatey goodies except for one little girl who said her mother wouldn't let her eat her dessert first... Oh Vanessa, I am awful, I told her "well you mom's not here, and I think it is wise to eat dessert first so I am giving you permission"... so she had a huge piece of chocolate cake and smiled the biggest, most heartwarmming chocolately smile I have ever seen... no harm done... right??? I still eat dessert first, sometimes last, sometimes in~between... but ALWAYS dessert... life is too short to not have yummy treats! xoxo Julie Marie
Posted by: Julie Marie Vicknair | March 31, 2010 at 11:51 AM
My daughter has a friend (Carrie),who has a six year old daughter named Lily...Carrie's parents (Lily's grandparents) live in Tucson...i wonder if the Lily in your store is the same :}
Posted by: connie1307 | March 31, 2010 at 11:53 AM
The sweets police sucks! ;)
What yumminess.
Yesterday I met my fellow art society board members at an Italian restaurant here in town. I was a bit concerned about the prices but everyone just ordered drinks.
I, however, had tiramisu and coffee and it was a well spent $12 (or thereabouts). I celebrated FINALLY getting rid of my dreadful idiot cough bronchitis which I've had for a month and also for going to the dentist yesterday. I don't know why but going to the dentist makes me want to have chocolate.
The tiramisu was powdered with a bit of sugar, decorated with berries and had raspberry sauce and chocolate sauce nicely arranged on the plate sort of in S shapes. The chocolate sauce alone was worth $12, or so I thought when I tasted it. And I could walk all the way there and talk to people again, not without coughing but at least I finally felt tons better. More so after having the tiramisu, which means lift me up.
Posted by: Maria-Thérèse | March 31, 2010 at 11:55 AM
The sweet police have an understanding..we stay out of each other's way. They kept locking me up and kept using my chocolate skeleton key to get out.
I'm happy you have discovered the chocolate fountain. It is the best. One of my uber luxury items would to be have a chocolate fountain in my house!! Chocolate all the time.
Posted by: Shell | March 31, 2010 at 12:49 PM
Oops! I Think that was my Berry helmet you dipped in that fountain. I hope none of my frog hair ended up in your mouth....
eeeeewwwww.....eeeekkkkkkk!!!! Tee hee! Such a darling post my beloved Fanciful Friendling.
xoxo Cori
Posted by: Cori G. | March 31, 2010 at 01:13 PM
mmmmmmmm
I have a friend who makes pizzelles, dips them in chocolate - and then makes ice cream sandwiches with them. heaven!
sounds like a scrumptuous dessert buffet!
Posted by: Tristan Robin | March 31, 2010 at 01:42 PM
Delightful! De-Lovely! Beautiful photos once again, oh Royal Fanciful One. No dessert tales. Although I was nearly involved in a bathroom brawl Friday night because Dee and I were giggling too much. This younger "woman", in quotes because her hair was in a half ponytail, seriously, was she FIVE...comes out of the stall next to Dee and does not make eye contact with me, does a heavy sigh while washing her hands, so happy SUNNY Deb says hey, I'm 57, I'm allowed a good giggle, and she ROLLS HER EYES at me! I know! Where is the respect for your elders!?!?! So I proceed to tell Dee the story, and she wants to confront the half ponytail woman. But we had had two margaritas and couldn't come up with anything witty, so the brawl was postponed. Now I want a strawberry. **blows kisses** Deb
Posted by: Deborah | March 31, 2010 at 01:48 PM
My most salacious desert tale took place at my honeymoon ;) ...so, I shan't go into detail...
But, but, but...I did, however, once eat 13-1/2 vanilla/lavendar cupcakes. It was on my 102nd birthday. My family rented a hot air balloon and we went up up up and away. Our picnic basket was full to the brim with spicy cream cheese and cucumber sandwiches, crunchy and salty fried sweet potato chips and those luscious and sinful vanilla/lavendar cupcakes. We ate until we could eat no more. We brought the balloon down in a field of Texas Bluebonnets...jumped out of the balloon basket and simply fell to the ground in sleepy bliss. We slept there, my family and myself, in that field of beautiful blue Bluebonnets for close to a year. Only to wake up just in time to start the celebration for my 103rd birthday. Oh how I adore those cupcakes!!
Kim
Gerushia's New World
Posted by: Kim | March 31, 2010 at 03:02 PM
That is a good story! I am with you on my preference for the savoury, though I have been enticed by a chocolate fountain a couple of times-when I could get past the children who were using it at the time! Lovely with grapes, strawberries and bananas!
Posted by: Sarah | March 31, 2010 at 03:05 PM
I love your story telling!
I ruined my last camera by dropping it into a plate full of meringue and cream! I was too greedy to share it with my blog readers and not greedy enough to gobble it up immediately!
My Mum always makes a roulade called Death by choclate for special occassions.
Fingers crossed no-one has met that end yet!
Posted by: Natasha | March 31, 2010 at 03:12 PM
hehehe...see, a few posts up? I got so excited about dessert that I actually called it desert!! How dorky am I?
Kim
Posted by: Kim | March 31, 2010 at 03:42 PM
the chocolate dripped on your toes?
now vanessa.....
what a tent party this must have been. how in the wide world do you get these food shots. send me an email if you don't want to tell publicly and i will bribe you.
those little crunchy pancakes are i think italian or maybe french but my relatives make them fresh each year for christmas, and everybody knows what they are called except it seems you and me.
another delightful post, vanessa.
oh, about deb's bathroom story with the ponytail: she has been laughing over it for three days now. she had me laughing already and now again, because you know she can hardly get the story out without cracking up.
Posted by: kj | March 31, 2010 at 06:02 PM
Hahahaaa ;) Well, I just took the food shots right there and then as
I was munching. Just lucky camera taking I guess ;))))
Oh, about the pancakes - My mom used to make them for us when we were
young, but they were not crunchy and they were called Swedish Pancakes - I
inherited the press she used to use... But- these were more like Pizelles,
which are Italian cookies- even though a Filipino Woman made them, and
says they are a tradition in her home. So I think, maybe every culture
makes them? I think that must be the case ;) :)
Posted by: A Fanciful Twist | March 31, 2010 at 07:02 PM
One day I was going to a birthday party and I was carrying a "brownie cake". I was walking in the dark and suddenly tripped. I didn´t want the cake to ruin, so I made myself fall on my knees to the ground in order to save the cake!
Nicole
Posted by: Nicole | March 31, 2010 at 07:19 PM
I loved your chocolate fountain tale...
I had a friend who baked a chocolate cake one day, and she was going to save it to eat when her husband came home from work, but she began nibbling on it, and she nibbled some more, and more, and more, until there was only about one piece left. So she figured she'd better each the rest of the cake or her husband would ask her where the rest of the cake had gone...so she finished the entire cake. He never knew she had even baked a cake that day. Kind of a little red hen story who ate her own loaf of bread...because no one else would help her bake it. "Who will help me EAT my loaf of bread?" asked the little red hen when she had finished baking it. "I, will!" said the cat..."I,will!" said the duck..."I, will!" said the pig. But the little red hen said "No,you won't!" "I,will eat it myself!' And she did...
So my friend had her cake and ate it too!
Hee! hee!
=^..^=
Posted by: Teresa in California | March 31, 2010 at 07:44 PM
I have never seen a chocolate fountain in real life which is probably a good thing as I may recreate the scene from Vicor of Dibly where she fills up wine glasses of chocolate and then gives up on that and dives in....oh how wonderful!!!
Of course I too had to hunt down chocolate in the house after reading your post..found it! Lucky the Easter bunny comes in a few days and the temptation of his stash of Easter Eggs will be gone from somewhere in this house and....the children might share!
Chocolate Kiss Noises Linda
Posted by: I see the bridge! | March 31, 2010 at 11:34 PM
*D-R-O-O-L* Yum-o!
Posted by: Maggi | April 01, 2010 at 06:34 AM
How many 'pieces' of chocolate did you eat? ;)
Posted by: Vanessa S. | April 01, 2010 at 06:48 AM
Oh, chocolaty goodness!!! Sounds like something I might do. I DO love strawberries dipped in chocolate...one of my favorites. I love chocolate anything, really. I have a tale of a dessert heist. One evening, several years ago, I made a delicious batch of brownies. Oh, how I couldn't wait to have some the very next day - as it was rather late when I made them. I thought about them all the next day. When I got home from work, my husband looked at me and said "Remember those brownies?" I looked suspicious and waited. "Sophie ate them...all of them," my husband told me. Sophie was our dog, and she had managed to extend her paws as best as she could and took down the brownies and ate them...wrapper and all! Fortunately for her, she was fine. But all that evening she laid down with a VERY full belly!!! And no brownies for us. :(
Posted by: Theresa | April 01, 2010 at 07:08 AM
V~
Sweets Police..haha Glad they haven't caught me yet...I'm still on the run!!
And that pic above is just hilarious!!
Posted by: Kylee | April 01, 2010 at 11:01 AM
OH!! too much fun, Miss! You and your darling little tale of the chocolate fountain! I laughed big!! And now, I ask....where is my fountain!!?? Perhaps there is one hiding under the fir tree in the forest?? And not under lock and key by the Sweets Police (Mountain Unit) eeeeeeep!! Dark chocolate, please! tee hee!!
YUM!!
Your a delight!!
Posted by: Marjorie | April 01, 2010 at 12:27 PM
It was quiet that Easter morning and we crept into the living room on tiptoes. Our mission was to find the baskets filled with treats that the Easter bunny had left us. I found one and lo and behold it was mine and filled it was. So I dove right in. He found his and was up to his elbows in chocolate. We ate our fill and tried as best we could to make it appear that we hadn't touched them and put the baskets back. We tiptoed back to our rooms and laid our heads down. We fell fast asleep with vision of jelly beans and chocolate bunnies filling our heads. No one was the wiser later that morning but we couldn't really eat anymore chocolate and he got sick. The jig was up...we were found out!! They said we couldn't have anymore candy that day. I was sad but secretly glad because my tummy hurt too!!
My brother and I were such imps!!
Happy Easter dearest one
Hugging you
SueAnn
Posted by: SueAnn | April 01, 2010 at 01:37 PM
Oh, the chocolate fountain!! My mother in law has one and it never fails to make an appearance at the many (bridal and baby) showers she's thrown. She always puts big thick kettle chips right there with the other yummy dippies to lure us salt lovers...and boy if you haven't tried kettle chips slatered in chocolate, you probably should, my dear!
Posted by: Cassandra | April 01, 2010 at 02:02 PM
We used to go to a pizza and ice cream parlor when I was little. They had candy. I mean, boy did they have candy. Just like the twists and swirl suckers from your scrumptious photos. But, my completely wonderful, free-spirited parents, artists as they were had a real problem with sticky. They still do. :)I would ask everytime for one of those large disk suckers with the gorgeous colored swirls and the answer was emphatically, "No." Each time I would say, "What if I didn't get the ice cream?" or some other effort I would put out to convince them that I would really like one. Just one. Eventually, they let me (at the behest of my faerygod mother, my aunt)and it was the only one I was ever allowed to have while I was a little one. They even took a picture of me with it. If I find it, I will email it to you for fun. Ever since then, I am all about the sticky with my four kids. They have sticky buns if they like, cotton candy, suckers etc. with tons of brushing!!!! Funny world. Funny that this made me think of this. I love visiting your decadent faery world. It is full of dreams come true and sparkle. Thanks for that dear one. You are treasure and I appreciate you sweetie. Blessings from Amy
Posted by: amy faldet | April 01, 2010 at 04:02 PM
Gosh Vanessa, between this post and the last one I think I've gained 5 lbs just reading your blog! Everything looks just delicious and I am headed for my jar of Nutella right now! Twyla
Posted by: two crazy crafters | April 01, 2010 at 04:09 PM
Mmmmmm - Those crunchy pancakes are pizelle cookies, a wonderful Italian cookie made with an electric pizelle iron; traditionally anise flavored, although some prefer vanilla, chocolate, lemon, orange. etc. If you ever decide to buy an iron and make some, email me and I'll send you a very old, traditional recipe (my stepfather's Mother's). She brought it with her from Italy about 80 years ago, and at that time, made the cookies one at a time by holding a single, old fashioned pizelle iron over a kitchen fire. I make them every year at Christmas. Oh, and it helps to save old bread bags to store them in. :)
Salacious dessert tales? Too many to tell, as evidenced by my rather Goddess size figure, teehee! My current favorite is a trifle made with layers of crumbled biscotti soaked in kahlua, homemade pastry cream, and fresh strawberries. Sooooooo good. I think chocolate with strawberries is absolute perfection! :)
~ Carolee
Posted by: carolee | April 01, 2010 at 09:02 PM
Hi Vanessa,
Stopped by to wish you a Happy Easter. I knew you would have posted something delicious, and you literally have!!! Love the chocolate, and your enchanting dessert tale.
Happy Easter.
Karen
Posted by: karen cox | April 01, 2010 at 09:38 PM
Chocolate...dipped...strawberries...oh...the only good thing my ex ever did for me was give me my three wonderful children and chocolate dipped strawberries every Valentine's day...I miss...those... strawberries but I don't miss him. Maybe I should call him and ask where he bought them..not!
Posted by: Betty @ She's Sew Pretty | April 01, 2010 at 10:09 PM
Hahaha! This made me laugh so hard. Maybe you could give the SWEETS POLICE my address because I've overdone it also?!
Posted by: Misha/DawaiOser | April 02, 2010 at 04:30 AM
Happy Easter weekend to you!
Chris :-)
XOXO
Posted by: Chris Klingler | April 02, 2010 at 06:22 AM
Oh Vanessa, I am a salt lover as well but I do have a weekness for chocolate and cupcakes. I actually made cupcakes last night with a girlfriend for her nieces babyshower and we laughed while we double dipped into the vanilla batter. And the icing - pure buttercream! She is on a diet but being the devil I am I enticed her to dip her fingers in. Naughty me - sin loves company I guess.
Love the post,
Hugs,
Amada
Posted by: Amada Lebel | April 02, 2010 at 09:44 AM
AH! I made some of those waffle cookies in my special iron (WHAT is the name? I can't remember right now) and they were so light and wonderful and not very sweet. I didn't think of putting them in a chocolate fountain hmm. Let's see... layer them up with diced strawberries, one cookie, pile of berries, one cookie, berries, caramel sauce, cookie, berries, whipped cream. There.
My favorite dessert I've made from scratch was a maple walnut layer cake with maple buttercream frosting a la Martha Stewart. It took all day to make. It was so amazingly wonderful I can never make it again. There were MINCED WALNUT THROUGH THE WHOLE THING! The frosting OOZED OVER EVERYTHING!! It's just not right.
Pizelle cookies!!! That's the name!
Posted by: Chris | April 02, 2010 at 01:41 PM
Wishing you a happy and blessed Easter xx Gypsy Purple
Posted by: Gypsy Purple-Chamara | April 02, 2010 at 09:17 PM