You don’t need a massive dessert after stew. You’re already in a food coma. But a little something sweet helps close the loop. Think simple.
A square of dark chocolate with sea salt. Or a dollop of lemon sorbet. It’s the period at the end of the sentence. It says, “Yes, I ate a whole cow. And yes, it was worth it.”
My grandmother would always serve a slice of apple pie after her stew. She said it “cleans the pipes.” She wasn’t a chef; she was a philosopher. And she was right.
So, next time you make that big pot of brown, beefy happiness, don’t leave it hanging. Give it some crusty bread. Give it some acidity. Give it a loud, crunchy friend. Your stew deserves a party, not a pity party.
And for the love of all things holy, do not eat it with a plastic spoon. We are not savages.
