Last night I had the good fortune to be dining at Market, the fabulous new restaurant at W Boston. I was entertaining a visiting journalist who was reviewing the restaurant, so in typical review style we ordered a number of different menu items and both nibbled a bit from each. When we had finished “dinner” I encouraged my dining companion to try the passion fruit souffle, which has become something of a signature dessert for them. I had no intention of touching it, but I thought she should at least give it a try.

I should interject here that for the past few months I have been eschewing sweets and eating a limited diet in an effort to return to my “fighting weight” so to speak. While happy to report that I am succeeding wonderfully, the ultimate benchmark of getting into my skinniest of skinny Habitual jeans has yet to be achieved.

So, I was perfectly happy to leave the souffle alone. And I did. However, our generous host, Chef Damskey, decided to send out a second dessert with his compliments. A poached pear on frangipane with a chocolate truffle hidden in the center and some crunchy pink pistachios sprinkled about for effect. When the plate hit the table I knew I had to have at least a bite. The delicious smell of the almonds was too tantalizing to resist and the pear, well that’s fruit right? In went my spoon.

The ring of frangipane upon which the pear sat appeared at first to be a cake drizzled with a creamy sauce. Nope. The whole thing was like molten almonds and vanilla and other things that I couldn’t begin to describe because by the time the texture was registering in my mouth I was reduced to an inarticulate being the consistency of plasma who could only make the basest of moaning sounds. I’m sure I was obscene. I couldn’t stop. I kept taking bite after bite after bite. Calories be damned. Scales be damned. That was the most delicious thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. Ambrosial doesn’t do it justice. Orgasmic not quite close.

At some point I managed to stop myself and quietly put down my spoon. After that, there was just nothing left to say.