He made all the ingredients for the Tiramisu, and I assembled it into my trifle bowl! We both made the lady fingers! … After my little introduction below, read on to find out how I solved the “Mystery of His Tiramisu!” in my poem entitled, The Mystery of His Tiramisu, and “Testa Dura!”
My husband and I made our own lady fingers for Tiramisu, and this was our first time making them. They tasted better than the packaged lady fingers we normally get from the International section of our local grocery store, and when it came to assembling the Tiramisu in my new trifle bowl; they looked magnificent, and fit beautifully.
Indeed, I was all excited about using my trifle bowl again, as this was only the second time using it. My job besides helping make the lady fingers, was to assemble my husband’s tiramisu ingredients into the bowl; but as often as I have seen him make this famous Italian delight, there seemed to remain this mystery surrounding my husband’s tiramisu; especially the one he made for a family day- after -Christmas dinner, just last year…
The Mystery of His Tiramisu, and “Testa Dura!”
His Tiramisu was quite a big hit,
At Mom- in – laws place, it was just the right fit.
What’s my husband’s secret?
I’ve yet to know it,
But that’s the mystery of his Tiramisu.
I know that the cream’s made with eggs whipped so light,
With the essence of zest (or is it juice or extract?)
Oh, why is husband so tight,
When sharing his secret Italian delight?
Oh, the mystery of his Tiramisu!
It’s not like I can’t find what’s in it …alright?
Tiramisu’s been around since the first Roman fight,
But, “It’s in the technique” (which is banned from all sight).
It’s the mystery of his Tiramisu!
Now, his mother’s Ricotta Cake is sent from above,
And her lemon squares and pound cake is touched by her love.
For, they make your mouth happy and heart filled with cheer,
Then you’re blue ‘cause it’s time for the year to draw near,
And all the indulgence of sweet tastes you’ve known,
Must cease because new resolutions have grown,
They’ve grown and they say, “Leave those sweet treats alone!”
So, you leave them alone … yes, alone.
And still his secret’s unknown; but, I know this for sure,
*Fingers are made from ingredients of 4,
And as always, there’s room for just 1 or 2 more,
But what’s the mystery of his TIRAMISU?
Yes, we made our own fingers, and what’s worth a shout,
Is homemade ingredients …that’s what it’s about!
That’s the secret to fingers, but Tiramisu?
Perhaps it’s not meant for revealing to you,
Or to me, but you see … I really want to …
To undo this mystery of Tiramisu!
I do … I really do.
So, why hide “the technique”? … For, I’m bound to find out!
“Why hide it?” I say with my prettiest pout.
“I’ve seen you cook, I’ve seen you bake; and you’ve never kept shy,
Of my probing and prodding and questions of why…
So, why husband …why?”
“Well, the truth is no secret, now would you agree …
The truth is we’re happiest, sharing, you see?”
“Oh yes, dearest husband; of course, I agree…
I love sharing with you, and you sharing with me!”
“Then, to find out the secret, you have to get up!”
“In wee hours of morning?”
“That’s right, Buttercup…
Tiramisu’s made in morning, that’s when it’s made best,
Then it sits, and it waits; and it takes time to rest,
And as always, in morning; wake up, and you’ll see,
That there’s really no secrets between you and me.
Just time, and that time is just ticking away,
With each dying minute, and each dying day.”
“Is that really the secret to solving this case? …
Wee hours of morning; wake up, and make haste;
Or miss out on learning the secret you do,
When making your mystery tiramisu? ”
“That is right, my dear wifey, I’ve said it befor-a”
“Then, there’s no more to say; so, to me …*‘Testa Dura!”
Written by Linda Ghostwriter
* Fingers refers to Savoiardi or what is also known as Lady Fingers; a spongy Italian biscuit.
*“Testa Dura” is Italian for hard-headed, stupid, or stubborn.
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Side view: I assembled it; he put all the ingredients together! We both made the lady fingers!