Could there ever be a more tantalizing recipe name than Triumph of Gluttony cake? I think not.



“…glittering with crystal and silver on the right, he moved left toward that of the sweetmeats. Huge blond babas, Mont Blancs snowy with whipped cream, cakes speckled with white almonds and green pistachio nuts, hillocks of chocolate-covered pastry, brown and rich as the topsoil of the Catanian plain from which, in fact, through many a twist and turn they had come, pink ices, champagne ices, coffee ices, all parfaits, which fell apart with a squelch as the knife cleft them, melody in major of crystallized cherries, acid notes of yellow pineapple, and those cakes called triumphs of gluttony filled with green pistachio paste, and shameless virgins’ cakes shaped like breasts.”
A glittering gathering on New Year’s Eve at our friends’ palatial Soho loft featured piastra-sized blini topped with tumbles of tobiko caviar, sumptuous salads dressed with fragrant olive oil fresh from the groves of one guest’s Greek estate and mounded platters of cracked lobster tangled in haystacks of celeriac and patate di bambino.
This Triumph of Gluttony cake lived up to expectations, with Amaretto-soaked sponge cake layered with blood-orange marmalade and chocolate ganache studded with maraschino cherries, enrobed in perfumed fondant and spilling forth a rockslide of candied pistachios. Sparkly silver dragées and luminescent pearls captured the flicker of elegant tapers dancing off heirloom crystal and fine bone china.



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