This weekend I felt like baking a pie or something else sweet. Ironically, I didn't bake anything. Instead, I made a big bowl of tiramisu. You know, that famous Italian dessert with, among other things, liquor, coffee and mascarpone.

I went to the store and bought everything I needed, to found out at home that a mixer wasn't part of this particular kitchen (dear lord). I went to the neighbors to see if they owned a mixer that I could borrow, but unfortunately, they weren't at home at that moment. That meant I had to beat the eggs with my bare hands (as if it owed me money) and you probably can imagine what my arms felt like afterward. But in the end, it was more than worth the dead arm.

Officially, tiramisu is a dessert, but you can eat it as a snack as well (at least, I do so...). And did you know that tiramisu means something like 'cheer me up'? I think it fits the dessert pretty well because I was the happiest girl on earth after having just one bite.

Please don't get jealous after seeing those photos. I didn't have a bowl big enough for all of you.