Elisa a half Italian, half Egyptian girl, depressed and frustrated moves to a small city in Italy, in the province of Milan, to open a bakery named “La Dolce Vita” with the help of her cousin Luce, hoping that sugar will save her life.
PS: I don’t own the recipes.
- Cacao powder
- 500gr Mascarpone cheese
- 6 Eggs
- 120gr Sugar
- 400 Savoiardi (ladyfingers)
First, prepare the coffee, just enough to soak the ladyfingers, pour into a bowl (if you want to add sugar) and let cool. Whip the egg yolks with half the sugar to obtain a nice mixture light and creamy. Work then (not too long) the mascarpone cheese with a mixer (or wooden spoon) until creamy with no lumps and add together the egg mixture and sugar prepared previously. Whip egg whites with a pinch of salt, add the sugar remaining half, with a wooden spoon, mix them gradually and gently into the mixture of mascarpone cheese and egg yolks, so you got the cream of the tiramisu.
Put the biscuits in a container and started to wet them with coffee, they should be well soaked but not completely drenched. Cover the ladyfingers soaked with a layer of mascarpone cream, level with a spatula. Sprinkle the surface with unsweetened cocoa powder. You have then the second layer of ladyfingers, if you have them the first arranged vertically, horizontally, they put them (and vice versa). Cover them with the remaining cream. When finished sprinkle with plenty of cocoa powder the surface of your Tiramisu. Store in the refrigerator for a few hours to shrink the sweet.
“La Dolce Vita” looking at the bakery sign, My bakery sign, everything became so real. And as always I felt sacred, terrified and pessimistic. This is not going to work. What am I doing here? I haven’t even seen the movie.
“Only one week left!” Luce hugged me all excited. If this fails, I’ve run out of ideas.
“I’ve called my cousin, he’ll bring all his friends for the grand opening.” she looked at me, “Oh no, I know that look. What’s wrong?”
I looked at her and forced a smile.
“It was all very quick, I just realize now that it is happening. Maybe we are making a mistake.”
“You are too indecisive. We are on this together, we are not going to fail. Why should we? I have my diploma, I can cook, you make an excellent manager and I will teach you some recipes so you can help me.”
I remained silent.
“Ok let’s put it this way; people need to eat. They need sugar in their lives.” I smiled at her. I couldn’t have chosen a better partner in this.
I took a deep breath. This will work. It has to work. I took my cousin’s hand and together we went inside our Dolce Vita.
La Dolce Vita by Soraia Zohdi is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.