And on the heels of Sal's post, it's rather scandalous.
I'm having friends for dinner tomorrow and the TV commercial (in which subliminal messages compel me to want this vat of calories and sugar) has finally worked its magic. I submit.
I'm usually a "make your own dessert" girl. I'm a good cook in a 1970's saturated fat kind of way. You will always find whipping cream in this house (and some berries to pour it on). I serve red meat and things with melted brie. (Portion controlled, natch :-))
Label this food architecture (in keeping with the theme week) or food porn - your call. But on a gorgeous winter table, it's gonna be art.
(Please big box food gods, let it taste as good as it looks!)