It's an enigma, wrapped in mystery, enshrouded in obscurity. Ever since that fateful night, a year and a half ago, when I was not allowed to order dessert following dinner at Ferndale's Via Nove restaurant, I've been on a fruitless quest for the star dessert of its specials menu that night: Chestnut Charlotte. Because our meal had grown long and leisurely, my dining companions were in a mad rush to head across the street to Soho for a cigarette, leaving my yen for dessert unfulfilled.
I received promises that we would soon return, so that I could satisfy my craving for the sweet treat. Alas, we have yet to return, and the Chestnut Charlotte remains ever-elusive (mind you, since we haven't been back, I don't know that it still may be on the menu...but that detracts from my drama). Since that night, I have searched every restaurant menu, with a secret hope that I might finally catch a glimpse of this dessert, to no avail. My search for a recipe in cookbooks and online has likewise proven unsuccessful.
So today, one and a half years later, I pledge that I will labor to devise my own recipe for Chestnut Charlotte, so that I may finally know the beauty and wonder that have evaded me for so long. Stay tuned, readers, for periodic updates on my quest.
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