10-Minute Exercise – Ice Cream
Aka I’m a Tourist, Not a Terrorist!
“A ‘bomb? You want a ‘bomb?” the terror in his voice was evident. He was decidedly hovering on the verge of panic.
“No. A bombe! Or you may know it as
‘A bombe glacée, or simply a bombe in English, it’s an ice cream dessert frozen in a spherical mould so as to resemble a cannonball, hence the name. Escoffier gives over sixty recipes for bombes in Le Guide Culinaire.’
“Did you Google that waffle?” asked the waiter.
“No, I don’t want a waffle!” I calmed a little. “I would like a bombe, please.”
“I’ll see if we have one.” he left in the direction of the kitchen.
I twiddled my thumbs and made steeples out of my fingers.
He eventually returned with a plate upon which sat a spherical mound of ice-cream with a lit candle perched precariously upon the top.
The waiter placed the frozen dessert in front of me, offered the customary ‘Enjoy!’ and retreated to a position behind the bar. And when I say behind it, I mean completely out of view and not visible at all ‘behind it’.
I pierced the desert with my fork…
and it exploded. Funnily enough, an ice-cream covered balloon was just the thing I needed to cool me down.