Crème brûlée is probably my favorite dessert. They served a mighty fine recipe
at the company banquet tonight in half-sized ramekins. They also served a slice of above-average cheesecake. Only they distributed these two options willynilly, like heartless communists, plopping them down on plates without even consulting the patrons. I got the crème, my wife got the cheesecake. We split our desserts, but my appetite was only whetted. On the way out, I walked by about five crème brûlées that other guests didn’t even touch. This is preposterous. I still kind of regret that I didn’t just cozy into those vacant seats to claim the abandoned desserts.