Holy NO Cannoli!

Ever had that craving for a favorite food? Then had it smashed into a thousand pieces because you couldn't have it?

That happened to me tonight.

My favorite dessert in the WHOLE world (literally) is cannoli. The last time I had it was in Sorento, Italy over two years ago. That's a long time. Too long.

Over the past three days I've passed a dessert case in two different restaurants that had fresh cannoli. This is a rarity in and among itself. Our town doesn't have an overwhelming population of cannolis (even if we are named after an Italian city). I knew I was going back to the restaurant tonight to celebrate a friend's birthday. This was it: our night. Mine and the cannoli's.

I spotted the chocolate dipped cannoli in the case even as we were waiting. I brought my camera for a perfect blogable moment. We sat down and began ordering, and I mentioned to the waitress that I would be ordering that great cannoli in the case after my meal came. She said, "Oh, is there a cannoli left?"

"Yes, it's right ---" WHAT!? WHERE WAS MY CANNOLI? WHO TOOK MY CANNOLI? I wanted to go on a rampage through the entire restaurant and yank that poor little cannoli out from under some fool's nose who ordered it without even knowing what it was. Someone who didn't even appreciate it and recognize its worth.

I never did find the little lost cannoli. Mandy suggested going to the other restaurant to pick one up, but it just wasn't the same. My dinner had been ruined. (Not really, but it sure sounds dramatic.)

So, this was what my plate looked like. All alone. No cannoli.

And this is what I had to have instead...

Yeah, right. "Real" Italian Ice. Whatever.