I'm on a dessert binge. This is a place where I think I could blame my father, one of the world's great dessert eaters, or my mother and paternal grandmother, two of the world's great dessert makers. Of course, I'm not a blamer. I just think it should be mentioned. I'm not a respecter of desserts. I pretty much love them all. Yes, yes, chocolate, of course. But it goes way beyond that. I like blueberry pies (my all-time fav), blackberry pies, apple pies (and my wife makes the world's best), rhubarb pies (it's been a while), anything with the word "cobbler" in it, strawberry shortcake, lemon meringue pies, coconut cream pies, chocolate meringue pies, cake (our philosophy: why bake cakes when McKay's does it so well?), chocolate chip cookies, oatmeal cookies, butterscotch cookies, peanut butter cookies, and a various assortment of candy bars. I'm not a big ice cream person unless it's homemade. That takes me back to childhood of taking my turn at cranking the ice cream maker. (Now you just plug them in!) The key here isn't abstinence. I gave up desserts one year for Lent--seriously. I wound up resenting Lent and being glad for my Church of Christ roots. The movie "Chocolat" comes to mind here. Moderation is such a great word, isn't it? There's always a temptation to present options of binging or abstaining. Some Christians get carried away with lust, so we decide all dancing is wrong. Some people have drinking problems, so we decide a glass of wine is taboo. It's time for breakfast. My daily assortment of "Good Friends" and "Fiber One" cereal with a sprinkling of almonds and blueberrys. (Sometimes a side of salmon, but I figured you wouldn't want to know that. Not everyone is a breakfast salmon person.) The dessert itch doesn't begin until mid-afternoon. Now -- how about you? What's in your Dessert Hall of Fame?