Dessert kind of got ridiculous. No. Redonkulous.
Up until then it had been a regular dinner party. We started with chilled Manhattans and assorted nibbles. At the table, we tucked into Tomato-Peach Salad and followed that up with Shrimp, Mussels and Scallops in a Lemon-Pernod Sauce.
Then it was time for dessert: individual Blueberry Crisps finished off with scoops of homemade Ricotta Gelato.
Then the madness began: I whipped out my camera for a few sweet shots. Inspired, my Spice Hunting friend Max whipped his out too. (His camera, people! Get your mind out of the gutter!)
Snap. Snap. Snap.
It was like we were paparazzi and the Blueberry Crisps were Paris Hilton with a wardrobe malfunction.
But then the tables turned: Snap. Snap. Snap.
My archaeologically-inclined pal Kristin was taking photos of Max and myself taking photos of the crisps.
As I said earlier: redonkulous!
One the snaps is above. It's Max's. Enjoy.
BTW - After the photo shoot, we dug into dessert. It was delicious.
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