They’re the kind of fingers I like.
Ladyfingers, dipped in coffee, layered with a whipped mixture of eggs, sugar and mascarpone cheese, flavoured with cocoa,
And something to keep my mind off my own broken fingertips and nails.
And yesterday the Veneto region laid out everybody’s favourite dinner party dessert for us.
On Zoom (because we didn’t have smellavision).
Tiramisu it transpires has been with us for rather less time than I had thought.
Being served up for the first time at the end of the Sixties.
By chef Roberto Linguanotto at Le Beccherie in Treviso on Christmas Eve.
Whose Tiramisu is it anyway?
And I wasn’t going to be the one to raise with the good people of the Veneto region that our Zoom hosts for the previous day Friuli Venezia Giulia had a claim.
From the Vetturino restaurant in Pieris from 1938.
Anyhoos, as they never say in Northern Italy, tiramisu is celebrated all the world over.
And it’s not just between the regions that it gets competitive with some believing it goes back way further than that to Siena in honour of Grand Duke Cosimo III.
The World Cup
And there is even a Tiramisu World Cup.
The winner of which is uno Fabio Peyla.
Fabio generously treated us all to his creation on our meeting.
Unfortunately though we could not reach into the screen and taste.
Prosecco, another Veneto favourite was.
Just the ‘pick me up’ as Tiramisu means in Italiano for someone who has just broken his fingertips.
You want to make your own, then my go-to baking site is BBC Good Food. Who am I kidding she’s in the kitchen!
While Treviso, Verona and Venice’s piccolo fratello Choggia should all be explored.