When jesus was considering how to make me, how to form me, he thought for a good while and then said, "I shall make a man who loves creams." And so he did, and so I do.
As discussed in these chronicles, it was not so long ago I ventured to Lady M, a confection shop of the highest order, for a slab of the rich pumpkin mousse pie I had read about. Upon arrival on that wintry evening, I learned the pumpkin mousse was gone for the day, so instead I made do with the signature mille crepe cake. There are far worse fates.
Although lesser men would have been deterred after a failed pumpkin mousse attempt, I returned, and my gumption was rewarded. The pumpkin nuage, as it's called, was rich and velvety, and the graham cracker crust was scrumptious and nubile. It cried out to me and I had no choice but to accept its moans. The nuage was consumed.