Our anniversary feast ended with a store-bought cake and some killer store-bought moscato d'Italia. See that bare-chested Etruscan behind the dessert? That's the label on the bottle.
This sparkling dessert wine tasted like liquid gummi bears, to quote Robert Parker. Not.
Intensely fruity, like dried apricots or pears.
(God, I've got dehydrating on the mind. I'm doing some apricots, peaches and morels this week.)
Anyway, the cake — torta, actually — was a delicious glazed fruit salad atop a custard-covered cookie. It came from Emporio Rulli.
So did the candy wine.
PS: I don't know why this picture is so out of focus. If you click on it, you'll see it's quite OK.
I blame Blogger. Darn you, Blogger.