I firmly believe that dessert is important for morale. It’s convivial. It’s ceremonial. Most nights of the week it’s serviced with a piece of 90 % chocolate and the last bit of my glass of red wine while I silently slink into the easy part of the evening.
But when you’re entertaining it’s the section of the event that encourages you to push back from the table a little and let loose with your opinions. Donald Trump and misogyny? Oh, gracious, pull up a chair. Let’s get started.
Without dessert a meal with friends feels like the first part of a parentheses, open and expectant – unfinished. (You’re never really sure when …



