A few months ago, Mr. Buttercream and I were traveling in Scotland. We took a guided multi-day tour of the Highlands, and were unfortunately starting to feel the effects from days of eating greasy restaurant food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Our tour stopped in a town called Fort Augustus for lunch. Queasy and slightly green, Mr. Buttercream and I desperately looked around for something light to eat.
We settled on a restaurant that had a pretty extensive dessert menu, thinking that a fruit dessert would be good for our stomachs. We ordered rhubarb crumble and some herbal tea. Our crumble came. It had something on top that we assumed was cream. It was not. It was cheese. Cheese. Hiding under the cheesy abomination was some tasty sweet rhubarb, but getting at it without accidentally getting a bite of the horrible topping was difficult. As you can imagine, this did nothing to help our queasiness, and we returned to the tour bus both hungry and even more ill.