
I am not Italian. However, many things make me wish I were born to an Italian household; tiramisu, included.
My father really enjoys the dessert as well. He has tried it in the past and it has come out quite successfully. This year, it was my turn. For my dad’s 50th birthday, I thought I would try it. I scoured Allrecipes and the Food Network website. My favorite recipe is from a wonderful woman named Christine.
Christine’s recipe won because of its flawless review, useful comments, and the fact that all the eggs are cooked. ((I’m pretty sure I’ve covered how I am a borderline hypochondriac (oxymoron?). I really dislike consuming eggs that have not been cooked with heat (alcohol does not count), eating pork that is any shade of pink if it has not been checked with a meat thermometer, or warming up leftovers over 7 days old. You get the picture. I’ve been a real pain for my parents this holiday because of it.)) I didn’t even think it was possible for it to be so simple. The recipe is very nicely laid out and you must pay attention to the comments. More alcohol, coffee, and time.
The hardest part about tiramisu is the waiting. Same with guacamole, you need to let the dessert sit in the fridge to let the flavors meld and develop. It’s difficult, but the reward is great. My dad, who is honestly quite critical of my baking, even approved. He had only one suggestion: less cream, more custard. I cannot complain with that.
I look forward to someday making this for a large party in a gigantic trifle dish (by party, I really mean a night event of me watching movies and wearing a muumuu).