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Monday, November 9, 2009
The icing on the cake!
My family's favorite dessert, reserved for special occasions such as birthdays, was the delicious Hungarian delight Dobosh torte. A bakery here in Denver called Vollmer's--long defunct-- was the one and only source of this cake so rich the hairs would stand on the back of one's neck. The end pieces were completely encrusted with chocolate sprinkles and were reserved solely for the birthday celebrant.
My niece Miranda texted me recently "OMG i just found vollmer's dobosh tort at king soopers!" A perfect treat for all of us during a most difficult week as her mom/my sister-in-law was coming to the end of her life with ovarian cancer.
Elaine had been refusing much more than a few mouthfuls of broth or a few swallows of diluted juice for weeks. When the dobosh torte arrived, she had a sliver, and then another. As the end drew near, Elaine said "It may be gilding the lily, but I think I'll have a piece of dobosh torte."
We gave her the end piece and she ate the whole thing--her last request, her final meal!
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4 comments:
That sounds like a nice way to go out.
Awww, what a wonderful way to end life here on earth. Eating chocolate. Yum!
What a wonderful story. I well remember Vollmer's and it made me smile to think your sister-in-law was able to rally for the delicious torte. It's strange how basic food connections are for all of us. My condolences to your niece and you and all of your sister-in-law's family and friends.
My condolences. A fact that eat desert first is what we all want to do and really why not!
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