Sweet dreams are made of this
Oh, Bali, what have you done to my waistline ... Sofitel Bali Nusa Dua has a madly popular Sunday brunch buffet at its restaurant Cut, Catch, Cucina (to which could well be added Cake) and you have to (sort of) pass by the dessert spread in order to get to the main event, which results in a lot of lingering.
You see such loitering on cruise ships, too, where passengers slow their stride at the sweet end of the smorgasbord while pretending to be momentarily delayed before investigating the virtuous salads and pickled condiments.
Oh, I could go a gherkin right now, said no one ever. Speaking of things green, I suspected this pictured dessert would be matcha flavoured so took two back to the table. If I’d bothered to read the printed sign, I would have known it was avocado cheesecake but nonetheless it was creamy and swirly and delicious and I scoffed the second one as well, just to be damned sure.
Children were running about in various states of sugar shock, having their way with the whirring fairy floss machine, the gingerbread house and a wunderkammer kind of cabinet with drawers full of little jellies, pastilles, baby lollipops, jubes, cookies and Smarties.
Their parents were in hot pursuit or at least moving as quickly as they could with their own plates stacked with tartlets, mousses, eclairs and slices of lemon meringue topped with crispy bits. I half expected a chocolate egg and spoon race to break out.
Mother always would say there are no calories on holiday and to this day I choose to believe in this peculiar form of alchemy. I do more exercise, especially swimming, during vacations and rarely put on weight no matter how many green tea cakes I might come across.
Mother had never been on a cruise, of course, or she would have seen otherwise sensible folk pull up chairs to the buffet or stick their forks in butter carvings of King Neptune and pull out his glace cherry eyes. If so, she might have revised her airy-fairy equation.
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