Favourite Week: Chocolate Mousse

Need I say more?

I can recall the first time I had chocolate mousse in a restaurant. (Usually I had to wait until my mom whipped some up and being a busy lady, she didn’t usually have the time. And then one day–trauma. She’d learned that her recipe with the raw eggs might be a ticket to giving the family Salmonella. And that was the end of chocolate mousse at home–my only source in those days. I can still recall the feeling of disappointment when I heard the news. I was the very definition of crestfallen. Textbook case of traumatized youth. That was me. I still am when I think back to that moment. <sniff, sniff>)

Chocolate Mousse. Rich and decadent. Melt on your tongue. Tantalize your senses. An explosion so wondrously smooth and thick.

Nothing better.

Chocolate Mousse could bring world peace.