So someone made me crave a rum baba yesterday and I decided to take the nearly 2 hour public transport trip to the best place in Melbourne to get a rum baba... Brunetti's in Lygon Street, Carlton. ... but it was such a long trip, and I've been such a good girl I had to make it worth my while so in addition to a rum baba crema (rum baba with a creamy custard filling) I also had 2 mini mignon (mini cakes)...

 

My challenge was to eat them and provide a commentary... thus food porn.... complete with pics...

 

So lets start.... with the Mini Orange Opera Cake (it some fancy smancy Italian name but I don't remember that)....

 

 

I begin my night of indulgence with the orange mini opera cake, layers of ameretto laced ricotta and white chocolate mousse and tangy, orange jelly laced with orange galleano ... All on a fudgy biscuit base that has been soaked in prosecceo. What a lovey little aperitif. The chocolate base is fudgy with flecks of crunch and oozing prosecceo, it sits on my tongue and slowly melts like a slab if good quality boozy chocolate. And what a surprising delight the other layers present, what could be sickly in its sweetness is cut beautifully by the sour tang of the orange jelly. 

 

 

Edited May 28, 20188 yr by notsmokinjo

Second course is the raspberry and white chocolate mini eclair. OMFG... I know from the first bite that this is going to be something special, an experience to savour and remember... A true pastry delight the likes of which have never before crossed my lips before... and a very many delights have crossed these lips....

 

 

As I pick up the little 4" morsal with its ghastly looking pink white chocolate and raspberry ganache topping I can feel the weight of the white chocolate and raspberry filling within its chioux sarcophagus. As I bring it to my lips I smell the freshness of the raspberry and my mouth fills with moisture in anticipation. My senses are assailed with the scent of the raspberry within this little surprise packet… I bring it to my lips and put it in my mouth and I’m not sure how to proceed, part of me wants to suck and part of me wants to bit into the divine smelling little treat. I decide to bite and my teeth stick in the firm white chocolate and raspberry ganache and its so sweet, sickly sweet, I don’t like it, I am shattered I so wanted to like this and then my teeth breech the crisp (not soggy) pastry and the tart, fresh raspberry cream filling explodes on my tongue in a sublime dance of orgasmic joy. A deep, satisfied groan is wrenched from way, way, way down in my soul. OMG what the fruck just happened in my mouth, what by all that is holy is this. I am instantly a slave to the raspberry éclair gods in the sky.. take me, do with me what you will this is so unbelievably good… but what do I do now… do I keep eating or save it until after the rum baba… omg it is sublime, it is so perfect in its melding of sweet and tart, crisp and soft, I am gone, addicted at one bite, to whom do I sell my soul.

 

I place the ¾ers of remaining heaven on its little plate and contemplate my options… finish it off or save it …. I sip my coffee and its rich, bitterness glides down my throat, cleansing my pallet and bringing me clarity, clearly it was an anomaly, nothing could possible taste so sublime. Nothing could consume me so completely.

I raise it to my lips again and again the fresh raspberry smell swamps my senses… I bite, I moan, I groan, I am taken to some place where everything around me fades and all the matters are the flavours swirling around my mouth vying for dominance, the sickly sweetness of the ganache, the tart freshness of the cream filling as I swallow the last bit I take my third bite….

 

WHAT HAVE I DONE… I want to scream NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!.... this is to good to hastily gobble… this is heaven in a case of choux… why, why would I wast it like that, what is wrong with me. I put the remainder down in haste, I guzzle my coffee, scolding the roof of my mouth as I do. I will have to visit the coffee nazi’s again because I wont have enough coffee to get through the baba when I get to it… but do I even want the baba now… do I even need it… will it compare to the glory of this tiny little baby éclair???

 

As I stare at the remaining quarter I know what must be done, I have become an instant junky, a slave at the alter of the raspberry mini éclair… I must finish what I have started… and so, I put the remainder in my mouth and in a last ditch effort to prolong the joy I swirl my tongue into the remaining dome of choux and lick every last drop of that cream filling from the case before chewing it up. I am so sad it is finish, it feels like a part of me is lost. I look at my beloved rum baba and a part of me doesn’t want to contaminate my mouth with its groggy gooeyness…. How can I improve on perfection.

 

OMG you have no idea how good it was... I had to close my eyes and try to block out the sounds around me so that the only sense I had was the fricking flavour orgy in my mouth... un frickin believable... so thank you Shane for suggesting I eat this thing that looked cack, sounded cack, was fricking bright pink... cos it was frickin shit hot.

 

Wow...they look.feckin Amazin....good job I havnt got a sweet tooth 

Okay, so now safe in the knowledge that @Doreensfree does not have a sweet tooth (although I'm sure a picture of the sausages can't be far away) I'm good to post these.

 

 

The one on the left is simply the best pastry I have ever had, the Saint Honore Rose desert. Basically it does what it says on the tin. You get a mildly sweet rose (think turkish delight but without the all consuming sweetness), plus good quality raspberries, plus delicious pastry. To be savoured.

 

And while we're at it, I'll finish off with some of these please. @Wee fluffy me, I know these are purple, but hands off they're mine.

 

Did someone say sausage.....

@notsmokinjo, will you be doing another food porn edition soon?

Edited September 23, 20187 yr by jillar

I think I still owe one for the rum baba.... hmm will have to eat another one first I think I lost my notes. 

Slippy..... gimmy a violet cream????

Fluffy, only because you're you, of course I'll share. You have to promise that you like them though and it's not just because they're purple. ? 

Oh is Sslippy gunna rights us some food porn about violet creams.

Yeah Slippy ... educate us in the ways of an English violet cream..?

Ushering in the Autumn Season with a roasted Canadian Pigeon + an unhealthy canister of Brown gravy!! It's a good thing smell doesn't travel over the internet because some of you would be drooling I'm sure 

Pidgeons are pretty big in Canada !!! 

 

OMG - My stomach feels like I just swallowed a bag of cement then drank a gallon of water!

 

Eyes are always bigger than the stomach 

That looks delish @reciprocity. The only problem I saw was the skin (my favorite part of a bird) needed more Browning

OMG @Fab , @Giveintowin , @Cbdave .... do yaselves a favour (assuming you like meat pies... cos if ya don't and ya not a veggie you need to hand ya straya card in)....and get down to Coles and buy yaselves some Meat Pie Sausages.... they taste just like a meat pie... OMG awesome.

I'm starting to worry about @reciprocity, he hasn't been heard from since eating that pigeon! 

Yes I'm worried too... not like him to ho awol without a heads up ?

Wow that pigeon is not like oor pigeon. I ate pigeon once but it was a reallllllly dark coloured meat, like fluffy would love it, it was purple! 

Do you think the pidgeon was poisoned????

LOL - It was lovely but unfortunately I had to run out of town suddenly the next morning so I was deprived of the "left-overs" which are sometimes even more awesome than the fresh cook