When I was a child, in the 80's, I clearly remember a kind of secret contest among all moms during birthday parties: at each birthday party, tons of Tiramisu cake arrived, one made by each mum, both guests and host.
It's evident that at that point, each mom was used to say "my Tiramisu is the best one", like an Indian Mantra and they need to proove it to the whole world.
In the 80's I was attending primary school, and I didn't well realized the point, but I clearly remember that, at every party or celebration, I had to eat tons of Tiramisu, and every time me and my pals (other poor children like me) got to announce which one was the best ones, but - not honestly - because every mom pushed his own child(en) to declare the best one was the one made his own mother. Yes, the contest was a secret one, and the judges were easily influenced.
Anyway, leaving in Treviso, city of Tiramisu, where Tiramisu was born, this scene was a classic one, more or less, as "Trading Places" ["una poltrona per due" in Italian] on Christmas's Eve.
But tell me, do you already know that Tiramisu cake is coming from Treviso?
Do you know its origin, in Treviso, dated back 2/3 centuries ago was placed in the red district of Treviso? [oh yes, you read correctly]
Do you know that Tiramisu means "lift me up" ... so now you can have a better and clearer idea about the connection among this dessert and the red district. ;)
Do you know that for its origin, this dessert has been forgiven until 70's when Mr Campeol (owner of a famous restaurant in Treviso) and Mr Linguanotto (his chef) for a lucky coincidence they pull out from the cylinder hat this fantastic dessert again.
From that moment, the rise of Tiramisu all over the world has been unstoppable till now-a-days which Tiramisu has begun the most famous cake in the world, more famous than Sacher torte from Austria.
You can understand that leaving in Treviso in the 80's, having Tiramisu as birthday cake was a kind of must have! And the sequent secret and predictable contest was a kind of mandatory.
Unfortunately, we sadly announce that few days ago Mr Campeol, father of Tiramisu, has gone, but lucky us, his famous and delicious cake still remain on this earth.
In this article, we pay homage to Mr Campeol, and to all those children (like me) who had to eat tons of Tiramisu during birthday party, just to make our moms happy.
I take my chance to tell a truth: "mommy, I love you, you cook very well, but I really don't like Tiramisu, at all. Nothing against you and your cake, I don't really like tiramisu, 'cause I love fruit tart."
Elena, in Treviso