Filling in the gaps

Not in the plastic tray of dead Ferrero Rochers. Nope, these are well and truly gone. The other significant gaps are in Pepe's and Mrs Raheny's recollection of Christmas day. 
It looks like their Random Access Memory ran out of buffer space somewhere around the halfway mark into the bottle of De Loach Russian River pinot noir. 
None of them remembers eating Mimi's divine home-crafted tiramisu. Which is a crime become it was truly delicious. They said it loud and clear (and repeated it several times) at the time. 
So did the other convives. The only difference is that the latter could remember the experience this morning.