Banoffee Pie and Black Pudding
Alexandra Brandt
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Banoffee Pie & Black Pudding
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Banoffee Pie & Black Pudding
Alyssa Granville scraped together the remainder of her Banoffee Pie and scooped it into her mouth with a sigh of sheer luxury.
The toffee was rich and buttery and brought the banana and chocolate together in a symphony of flavors, and the whipped cream was the perfect finish. One could easily contemplate the meaning of life’s deepest mysteries with such a divine combination as this.
And so Alyssa had, nearly every night for the past week, in all the best pubs and restaurants Ireland had to offer. She just couldn’t get enough of the Banoffee Pie.
God, really, she just couldn’t get enough of this.
Tucking her purse firmly under her arm (she was in a public house, after all, and not stupid), Alyssa leaned back and closed her eyes, letting the sounds wash over her in a delightful jumble. In all her thirty years of life, she’d never quite encountered anything like it. Lively Irish reels on the fiddle, banjo, and guitar from the impromptu jam session
in the corner warred with the loud, almost incomprehensible chatter (or good craic, as the Irish called it) from the locals on all sides.
It was perfect, and Alyssa was determined to memorize every detail. She wasn’t sure how she was going to recreate it in Fáilte, back home in Seattle, but by God she was going to try.
She’d have to hire live musicians, for sure, and… Alyssa whipped out the notebook she’d pocketed for just these moments, and wrote down her observations and a note to
