Dessert rarely excites me. Two desserts this weekend still have my tongue wagging.
Wherever Olympic Mountain's peach sorbet is served, find it. It's luscious like ice cream. I lapped up two bowls at Asado.
Meanwhile at Pacific Grill, butterscotch budino is Italian for butterscotch pudding. But that's a simple translation. Served in a martini glass, the pudding was velvety. Caramel laced the surface. Sea salt kissed the caramel. Frisky creme fraiche crowned the dessert.
You know how you hear the ocean in a sea shell? In my tongue's memory, I'm still tasting and hearing sea salt's crystalline crunch in a luscious sea of sweet and sour.