There are times when living in backwoods Ohio is fine and times when it makes me rend my garments and crawl under the hedge. Today is one of the latter days.

And it’s all because of dessert.

Some evil person mentioned tiramisu in my presence. Bastard! Don’t you know that I can’t get that here? I used to be able to buy tiramisu gelato at the store. They stopped stocking it. BASTARD!

Pardon me while I gnaw on this root. Mmm. Tasty.

The first person to comment about how the cutest little bistro down the street has tiramisu dies. Or gets a very stern glance. And makes the baby Jesus cry.

Bastards.