By The Time I Get to Portland Part III
Dessert and not a moment too soon. The bartender places down a piping hot blueberry streusel covered with a heaping of cream.There is also a scoop of ice cream to keep my appetite occupied. Steam is coming up from the bowl and I force myself to wait until it cools down. Five minutes later, I am shoveling a spoonful of this lovely dessert into my mouth.
I spend the next ten minutes savoring the delicious blueberry flavor mixed with the sedate French vanilla ice cream and sassy whipped cream. After the bowl is completely devoid of even the smallest crumb...I feel a dreamy smile play upon my lips,