Take a good look at this photo. I know, it’s not easy to orient yourself to what’s going on there, because, silly me, I dove in with my spoon before remembering to take a picture! But that’s how good it looked; I could not restrain myself.
But I quicky regained my blog consciousness and staved off friend Betty from also diving in while I took a quick shot. This, my friends, is the chocolate crème brulée from the Indian Rock Inn of Upper Black Eddy, PA.
After a very good lunch (most had roast duck; I had onion soup and lobster cakes), the four of us decided to share two orders of the chocolate crème brulée. Here is what the brilliant chef (Val Roy Gerischer) did: He put very rich and creamy chocolate “pudding” in the ramekin, topped it with – get this! – marshmallow fluff, and then sugared and torched the top. Rather like a s’more, but much, much better!
NJ SPICE 
picture looks even better than I remember the reality, Faith — like pop art!
we were given permission to be children again!
all that chocolate and the shimmering Delaware out our windows, what could be better?
our Fellowship of course
thanks for the memories
your fellow blogger
Carolyn Foote Edelmann (NJ WILD)
The amazing thing was that the chocolate, which looked like milk chocolate pudding, tasted like hot fudge.
I’m not a dessert eater as a rule, but I’d drive miles for that chocolate creme brulee! I hope it didn’t revive my long-dead sweet tooth.
Yea Faith! Only you could describe in words the tasty joy of a gushy, rich, choco-late (very late) dessert mit marshmallows flambe no less. What am I doing sitting here before my tasteless laptop when I could be eating – anything at all. Time to log-off and eat-up.
Joan Goldstein