Loaded with lactate pills, The Mouse dug into dessert.
These were the supposed tiramisu from Chef P. Miscommunication, not from Chef P, another bakery chef. And turns out, not tiramisu, faux tiramisu. No ladyfingers, and no liquor. False advertising. Hmph. Hee hee. The Mouse had The Cat take the rest to work, her minions for her minions to eat. Empty calories for The Mouse.
On a lighter note, The Mouse ran to MickyD’s for a twofer.
Of course, The Mouse had to add a little something something.
Sweet pickle relish and Lau Gan Ma. The Mouse thinks the additions complimented the “special sauce”. Hee hee.
Enjoy. Eat well.
The Mouse