I love dessert. In fact I'm likely to check the menu for the dessert offerings before I read anything else. It's always a big decision when it comes to choosing. Do I go for chocolate or indulge my love of citrus or lemon? And honestly, do I need dessert at all?

During the weekend Mr. Munro and I ate at Lattitude 37. The choice was a bit scanty and disappointing. I quite like ice cream but wasn't that fussed on their chocolate offering, which involved cheesecake. Then I saw it - the answer to my dilemma. They had a sampler dessert option. When the waitress came over I quizzed her about the selection but couldn't hear her over the cheers and clapping of the other customers watching the rugby. She waited patiently. I dithered.

"Right," I said finally. "I'll have the sampler." To be honest I still wasn't sure what I'd receive.

A long narrow plate duly arrived. My eyes widened. Not a shred of horror glinted in them. Believe me - it was sheer delight. There was a small expresso cup filled with rice pudding and a touch of apple. The top was caramelized and cracked when I tapped it with my spoon. A small chocolate eclair was next, followed by a portion of berry cheesecake. Two chocolate truffles and a crisp biscotti plus a cube of fresh lemon jelly rounded out the selection. One word summed up this dessert experience.

Yum.

I'm still thinking about this dessert and grinning. It was that good. Now about that diet...

Shelley