The prostitutes of tiramisu

I always associated tiramisu with self confidence. Because I am confident at making it. Like the fat, safe housewives of Calabria. Like some guys that think they have it all, eating tiramisu before paying the expensive bill and take you home for a shag.

But it turns out tiramisu was created in brothels to "bring it up"- as the word translates- before men faced a sexual activity.

Basically, it's the culinary symbol of "I am not good enough".

And aren't we all "not good enough" sometimes?

We all need the coffee at the bottom. Digging for some form of resurrection from our daily failures.

We all need the comfort of creamy mascarpone to replace a loveless relationship, the missed opportunities, the shit days at work.

I say, next time you go Italian, order a tiramisu. Show your weakness. Celebrate the need for love. Expose your fears.

Then you will be ready to take life to the bedroom and make a decent impression.