Mobile Tiramisu, On Making

Background: DH is determined to get me on the motorcycle. Alone. Driving. This is kind of scary, since my leg is barely strong enough to keep me upright, let alone upright on a 1100cc engine (it's a beasty). I was successful last week driving from the mailbox to the stop sign - about 100 feet - but then konked the battery because I kept trying to start it in second gear. The next night I panicked and the bike fell over. After that, DH decided I needed to learn how to drive a stick shift to "get a feel for the clutch" before getting back on the bike. Do we own a manual shift vehicle? No. So he calls his mother and asks if we can use their truck. And then she invites us to dinner. Wanting neither to have my husband nor his mother to be my Driver's Ed teachers, I of course suggested that we will bring dessert.

Saturday Night: My high school reunion was last night, but my two best friends from high school and I decided to have an un-reunion instead, and stayed up past midnight chatting and reminiscing and watching Food Network together. Awesome.

Sunday Morning: We wake up at a leisurely 9ish am and begin to get ready. Five minutes before we are out the door, I realize I didn't make chocolate cake like I'd planned. So, I grabbed a few items and we headed out the door.



We stop at Publix and pick up a few additional items. Plus I got a little sieve and a spatula because I've wanted both for some time and this was the perfect opportunity. I begged DH since "I had to have them to make this dessert".



DH stopped to get his cup of coffee, and bought me a cup as well. Black, no sugar.



I put as many ladyfingers as would fit in the container, and poured coffee all over them. And myself. It burned my leg.





After that, I relaxed until we got about 20 minutes from his mother's house. Then, I took the ladyfingers out of the container and put them on the serving tray.



I dumped the Marscapone cheese (both tubs) and a mound of powdered sugar into the mixing bowl. I used the whip (which was not the right kind but it's the only one I own) to mix it together. If I'd be thinking, I would have added a bit of cinnamon at this point, but I was kind of panicking since we were getting close to her house and DH kept swerving while he tried to watch me.



The next part looks much trickier than it appears in the pictures. DH held the bowl with one hand and drove with the other. (For those of you playing along, please don't comment on how dangerous this was. I know, I was there.) I spread the mixture on the lady fingers. Then, we put another group of fingers in coffee, put them on top of the first layer, and then added the second layer of cheese mixture. At this point, I had cheese and powdered sugar on the seat, the center console, my shirt, my pants, etc. I used the cocoa and dusted the top. What you don't see is us stopping at Walgreen's to get me another shirt to wear and some cleaning wipes. I hid the evidence of the auto-kitchenry while DH was paying for our last minute goods.





And that is how to make mobile tiramisu. And yes, I did more or less learn how to drive a stick shift. I drove all around the Volusia County Fairgrounds and then drove the truck back to the house. DH only almost had a heart attack once. And yes, the tiramisu was pretty good. And now, only you know our secret.