Giving the Swingle its due (from randall)

So, the other day when I posted about our fabulous relaxed day out in Brooklyn, I mentioned that we had been to our favorite dessert spot, Steve's Authentic Key Lime Pie. All well and good and I recommend you all go there if you're ever in Brooklyn. The wife, however, felt I did not exercise enough care in describing the actual object of adoration itself, the greatest afternoon snack ever, the SWINGLE. So let me attempt to do justice to its majesty.
Imagine, if you will, the most perfect key lime pie ever in a four inch tart format. It is bursting with freshness, tart yet creamy, invigorating but decadent at the same time, and cradled lovingly in the most perfectly perfect nutty, buttery graham crust imaginable. One bite of the pie itself and you find yourself lazily drunk on Florida sunshine.
Now imagine, if you will, that this tarty miracle is all sealed up in a thick hard shell of high octane dark chocolate. "Interesting", you're thinking. "But Randall, I'm not quite sure if that flavor combination works."
Imagine that it works. Imagine that it works in the most amazing way possible. Imagine that the rich dark chocolate is almost just a little too much on a hot Brooklyn day, but that then your senses are rescued by that pert key limyness, which allows you to go for another bite of chocolate, and start the glorious cycle over again. And now, for the coup de grace...
Imagine that this miracle is on a stick!!!
On a stick.
Wow.

And now, here's a picture of a pregnant lady.

(See; pregnant lady has swingle. Pregnant lady is happy. Q.E.D.)



p.s. in a note at the counter about raising prices due to the rising cost of premium dairy products, Steve concludes, "integrity without compromise" Yes, this will be the baby's first tattoo.

p.p.s when we went around the corner to sit on the pier and eat the subject of this post, we saw Steve and a pal sitting down and enjoying some ice cold coronas in the middle of the workday.

p.p.p.s. it may not have actually been Steve, it could have been some dudes from the glassblowing workshop next door. But since this is a baby blog for friends and family, journalistic integrity is not, I feel, paramount.