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Pudding Your Dessert Where Your Waist Is



What's your favourite part of a meal at a restaurant? I'd have to say mine is dessert. And more often than not that dessert involves chocolate.

A meal at a restaurant is nice once in a while. It frees your wife or girlfriend from spending hours preparing a dinner only to see it vanish in under 10 minutes.

And you can take your time with your better half. An evening of quality time spent in a chic bistro, sipping a nice chablis for her, gulping a couple of Coronas for me. A knowing wink, a subtle nod in anticipation of what might come later...snuggling up close together, looking deep into one another's eyes, then gazing intently at...the dessert menu.

What the heck did you think I was talking about. That stuff's not suitable for a blog. And if I wrote about it as often as I got it? Well, let's just say my posts would be, um, intermittent?

Any way, back to the restaurant and...dessert.

Did you know that 7 in 10 women take at least 20 minutes to decide whether or not to have dessert in a restaurant? "Waiter, another Corona over here?" Apparently the delay is due to coming to grips with possibly moving up to another dress size.


A British survey discovered, nevertheless, that after those 20 minutes most women would finally order a dessert. Oddly enough the survey didn't ask how long it takes the average woman to "choose" a desert. "Waiter, another Corona over here?" after having finally deciding to have one.

No surprise that the survey found men don't think twice about ordering dessert. Unlike women, however, they don't order it to share with their partner.

Perhaps the most surprising aspect of this story from Britain is the comment made by the company spokesperson that conducted the survey. "As a nation, over the past couple of years, we have become more adventurous with flavours...". Yeah, right. Like Brits have taste? This from a nation who's national dish is fish and chips or steak and kidney pie.

Desserts in Britain are another thing. The top 5 favoured by Brits are:
1. cheesecake
2. Chocolate Fudge Cake
3. Banoffee Pie
4. Ice Cream Sundae
5. Apple Pie

Okay, so who doesn't like cheesecake.

I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say I think I'd choose the chocolate.

I've never had Banoffee Pie. I wonder how that got invented. After some guy accidentally stuck his banana in his cup of coffee?

And Ice Cream Sundae and Apple Pie? Are those Brits pretending to be Americans?

So, guys, isn't it about time you took your woman friend out for a nice dinner at a restaurant? Go ahead. You guys deserve your just desserts.

Comments

quirkyloon said…
fresh blueberries on chocolate cake? I'm not feeling it.

AND... "This from a nation who's national dish is fish and chips or steak and kidney pie."

Ahem.

Poutine, anyone? Anyone?

HA!

Yeah, let's just stick with the cheesecake please.

*GRIN*
nonamedufus said…
Hey, I like fish and chips but it does;t strike me as a national meal. Poutine? Canada has the distinction of having a heart attack on a plate as it's national meal. Don't knock it till you've tried it.
Stef Papenfuss said…
Banana and toffee.....
nonamedufus said…
Really? You know once I hit chocolate fudge cake I lost all sense of reality. Banoffee might be good, though.
Stef Papenfuss said…
and fantasy football.
nonamedufus said…
Oh, fantasy football's great. But you can't eat it.
meleahrebeccah said…
I love desert. And it never takes 20 minutes for me to make up my mind about it!
nonamedufus said…
Great! Wanna have dinner?
Nicky said…
It actually doesn't take a woman very long at all to decide on what dessert to have after her 20 minute debate on whether or not to have dessert. See, she has instantly spotted the chocolate mousse cheesecake on the menu and knows she is going to eat it, but she has to spend 20 minutes justifying why she should have it and not feel guilty!!
nonamedufus said…
Swell. I know a great place for cheesecake.
nonamedufus said…
Women can be so damn complicated sometimes. Wanna join me and Meleah for dinner? I'll wait for 20 minutes for you to decide.
Nicky said…
Being complicated is part of our charm! And (10 hours later) I'd love to! :-)
nonamedufus said…
Women may be complicated but men aren't good at making reservations. I'll let you guys know if and when I make them.
Linda Medrano said…
I rarely order dessert. And if I'm entertaining, I generally make something really "minimal" for dessert. I like something like pears poached in Spanish port, topped with a very small scoop of vanilla ice cream,sprinkled with toasted pecans and drizzled with a a swizzle of dark melted chocolate. Tiny desserts make people appreciate what they are getting more than big desserts do. The trick is to leave everyone wanting more.
nonamedufus said…
I haven't had any and already I want more. Can I come over?
Linda Medrano said…
Of course, Dufus. The Star Anise in the pears along with the port, makes them very refreshing and not too sweet. See the thing is, we really only want a taste of dessert. Just a taste gives you what you really want. But you always think you want more.

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