I'd like to think I share a little morsel of that triumph, but mostly I'm just so happy that it turned out awesome. (Like there was completely any doubt.)
Last night Alyssa and I had a very date-esque dinner at Perry St. (which she called me in a tizzy over because she couldn't find it at first): nectarine and goat cheese salad, steamed red snapper on a bed of potato purée (too mind-blowing to simply be 'mashed'), and the grande finale, chocolate pudding topped with sweet cream and candied violets. So gold star I can't even get over it. They tasted like chocolate-covered rice krispies with just the faintest hint of something floral in there. I want a huge bowl for breakfast every morning.