Me. Raspberry coulis is an abomination on the face of decent desserts. Me. A "decent dessert" would be cheese. "decent" as in not scandalous or "decent" as in not so bad? Surely there must be some decent desserts other than cheese. I love cheese but can think of hundreds of non-cheese desserts that really do it for me. Very few include sauce. "Decent" as in not an insult to everything that one has eaten and the numberless efforts that has gone into it on the part of, to mention just a few, the cook or chef, the staff if there is one, the shopkeepers who chose it, the farmers that grew it, the seeds that exerted themselves to grow as bones and flesh or roots and leaves, the gravitational mass of the earth in its relationship to other bodies relative to the sun that makes life possible. Desserts are casual nihilism. (Don't mind me, I'm an extremist when it comes to desserts and their place in dining. I don't believe they have one and do believe that they are the anti-Cuisine and their number is sweet-sweet-sweet.) Concentrated or large quantities of sugar close and numb the palate (which is why a bit of sugar can be used to adjust the acidity of a tomato sauce or to round the edges of chiles). The usual dessert pushes away the flavours of the meal like someone pushing away from the table to just go on to the next thing, which will be ignored as much as possible as well. (See? Extreme. Again. My apologies; unless you found that as funny as I did.) By "decent", I mean a finishing a meal leisurely with a cheese course such as a 10 year cheddar, some chevre, camembert, Epoisses, perhaps Stilton, or slices of grana with balsmico. Ahem. Back to sauces. Any sauce that one enjoys can be enjoyed more completely and deeply by learning how to make it. (Was that too extreme?)