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End-of-term barbecue at the boss’. Those Eastern Europeans certainly never have too little drinks around. And everybody loves my tiramisu. This is a bit of a déjà-vu, as everybody who tried it (and likes desserts in principle) loved it so far. The odd thing is that I originally got the recipe from the inner side of a lid of a tub of mascarpone, so it shouldn’t be all that special.