Does anyone really know what goes on behind the doors of a closed refrigerator? Do you think the eggs and the milk just have a platonic relationship? Or how about the left over salsa and the cheese. Do you think they silently stare at each other from across the dark, cool shelves? I mean, does the light even go off? Hmm? Well, I am hear to tell you that it is not so innocent when we close the fridge doors.

One night, after I had closed up the kitchen for the night, I put the kids to bed and slipped into a slumber. The next morning I woke up and made my necessary pot of coffee. I opened the fridge to get my creamer out and noticed something different, something very different. A dessert I had not seen before was in-front of me.

Knowing very well my husband does not cook or bake and my kids had certainly not become culinary geniuses at the young ages of 5 and 7, there was only one explanation — my fridge had become a literal red light district, a sexual underground if you will, when the doors closed. Money was exchanged. Unspeakable things happened. I dare not think of the dirty deeds that were done. This dessert is proof. Remember my Mocha Tart and my White Chocolate Mousse from my mini tarts (Both also in the top 10 recipes of 2010 in Creative Loafing)? Two totally separate desserts. Well until last night that is. I think the mocha tart was Mr. Suave and the poor mousse was the unsuspecting prey. The courting that must have went on is mind blowing. Well, I am glad my two desserts made happy, sweet dessert love together because the result was heavenly. (Recipe below.)

This article appears in Jan 20-26, 2011.