I remember the first time I laid my eyes on a tiramisu. It was glorious; it tasted absolutely stunning; from the moment it touched my tongue I knew I had to learn how to make it. That was just one awe-inspiring event that changed the course of my taste for desserts. That happened during my first week living in Italy, and I was in awe of practically everything. I wouldn’t call it a culture shock, but I was definitely surprised. My friend and I had joined a family for dinner and the wife just so happened to be a professional chef. Although…
