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Eating a Very Big Piece of Tiramisu at Amaroo
Everything is relative, even the sweetest of desserts
I am thinking about last night’s tiramisu
and how big of a piece it was
and how insanely delicious and
how I told myself I would only eat half
and how it was large enough, it seemed,
to feed an army
and how it might have just
set a new Guinness World Record
for the biggest piece of tiramisu
ever served in a restaurant, anywhere.
It was at this precise moment in time
that I found myself looking up at the stars
in the middle of the night
on my way back from the bathroom to my tent
here in the Australian outback –
Amaroo, to be more precise, the “beautiful place” –
a land once inhabited by an indigenous people
whose name I cannot pronounce
and whose children probably knew
how to make long pieces of rope
from the leaves of massive trees that no longer exist.
