When my sister and I were little, my mom had a catering business (Zisa’s Catering RIP), which no longer exists but is forever memorialized in logo aprons we all still have. She ran this little operation out of our basement, which was not exactly finished but did contain a second kitchen, and from this subterranean headquarters she churned out many delicacies, the most regionally famous of which was her chocolate mousse cake. Many of my fondest childhood memories center around eating crushed chocolate cookies (used for the crust) and licking chocolate mousse streaks out of bowls (or off beaters- my sister and I always each got one). You could say I’ve always had chocolate mousse running through my veins.
