Parfait

For dessert, Tom ordered chocolate parfait with vanilla ice cream.

"This one is a giant beetle parfait." "Hey. I don't remember asking for this."

Brad hesitated, peering at the grid of spun sugar that jutted from his loganberry parfait.

It was a parfait of puréed avocados, whipped cream, sugar and vanilla, which had been molded into a rectangle atop a peanut-butter crust and then bedecked with tiny wild strawberries. […] We were utterly transfixed, and we were quickly out of parfait.