Postcards from Africa - Moussealicious

No better way to end a day of unquenchable excitement with a candle lit dinner. The menu escapes me, but dessert, makes my heart flutter. I hide my first disparaging glance at the pale pink mousse set down in front of me and politely tip a minuscule portion of the accompanying strawberry yogurt before spooning it gingerly into my mouth. The pinkness lingers on my tongue for a fraction of a second before zinging across my palate like a frisky butterfly. It's light, refreshing and bursting with flavour. I'll be damned. This is without a doubt, the best strawberry mousse I've ever laid lips on, anywhere in the world. Hell, it's the best fruit mousse I've ever encountered anywhere in the world. Sighs of pleasure whisper around the spoon as I revel in it's lusciousness, sending up a brief prayer of thanks to the Gods of Chocolate that ensure the Magyar leaves hers untouched, and delicately demolish hers as well before the rest of table starts looking around for seconds. Contentment spires through me as my tongue ensures not a trace is left and I refrain from smacking my lips like the less than immaculate lions at lunch. This IS the life.