Often orthographically confused with desert (ironically the cake I baked last night was both desert- and dessert-like)
Can be used as a weapon (see: pie in the face)
From the French word desservir meaning to clear what has been served
Dessert has signified to me many things: a naughty treat gulped down in secret; a harbinger of gluttonous excess and inevitable belly aches; a marker of a good time had by all; a short-lived reward.
A cherry custard in Berlin.
and Black Forest cake from somewhere along the Rhine.
I'm kind of obsessed with desserts. But their aggressive sweetness has really been bringing me down (literally).
So, I've decided to begin a daring new venture: a baking business that specializes in desserts (namely, madeleines and cakes) made with local and/or organic ingredients, and, most importantly, natural sweeteners instead of that old ball and chain, refined white sugar. I want to create baked goods that are aesthetically stunning, ethically produced, and not quite so offensively sweet. No more sugar crashes: just a delicious dessert that treats your body well.
I've finally taken the vaidya's advice: I'm identifying a new passion (baking! making bodies happy!) and committing to it. Look for the Pas Si Doux Bakery (that's French for "not as sweet") at the Providence Farmers' Market in the fall.
Madeleines are the new cupcakes, y'all.