Death by Chocolate
Some time ago, I reviewed on another site my two visits to The Trellis in Williamsburg, VA. While it is not in the same league as the top-tier eateries in America, I did give it “5 stars” for both visits, and it has remained a special place to visit. I recently returned for lunch, and shared their most famous dessert, the so-called Death by Chocolate.
The picture shows my portion, a sort of “de-constructed” version of the seven-layer cake. Genache, mousse, and meringue make up the most of it. Marcel doesn’t use premo-chocolate, but it’s sweet enough and rich enough to still rank in the list of excesses. Actually, sharing the dessert with one or two others isn’t a bad idea, and makes finishing it off at dinner or lunch a more plausible feat.
I reveled in the chocolate flavor as I held it in my mouth, and despite it not being the best of the best chocolate, it was pure sugar, fat, and chocolate, and the overwhelming richness brought happiness to my mind. My brain was telling me, despite the calories and the sin in eating something I did not need, life was good. I was surrounded by family, light, in a favored place, and the feeling was sublime. Chocolate is wonderful.
I did not die, but was reawakened. When I got home, I ate more of my chocolate nib cookies.
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