Ladies and gentlemen, I had my very first cannoli today. “How is this possible?” you may ask. To which I reply, “I have no idea, but plan on making up for lost time.” Ahem…here is the photo of the bag it came in.
not even a crumb left-
Yes, yes, a photo of the bag. That’s as good as it gets, because a photo of the actual cannoli would have depended on its safe and intact arrival home where the camera is, instead of being eaten in the car within a 4 block radius of its purchase. I’m not proud of myself. Anyway, this is a dessert that demands extensive further investigation. It has it all-nice crisp shell, tangy, creamy sweet mascarpone filling, a little subtle spice (Lemon? Maybe a hint of cinnamon somewhere?) and then the final encrustment of pistachios, sort of the high points of cheesecake without making one need a nap immediately afterward. My dearth of experience does not enable me to judge whether this was “the real thing,” or what the variations might be and I’m open to instruction. But I will find out, believe me, I will find out.
Cognitive Leeks 
What happened to the profiteroles?
I took a short break in order to make several versions of strawberry-rhubarb desserts. And with two people, there are only so many desserts you can make before you turn into a cream puff yourself.
It’s only okay because your picture is of a dainty paper bag and not of this:
I don’t think I’ve ever had one either, but I plan on changing that shortly based on your reviews.