Can't describe that feeling!

I was in love with aunty’s Plain Cake that Tza got me last time. The cake was baked at the right temperatiure, and had the perfect crust. A lovely chocolate brown crust; it was not cloyingly sweet; when you bite into this delectable discovery, the crust and softness of the cake stay in your palate, your tongue savouring every moment of this journey. I have fond memories of this event and everytime, I recall this blessed moment, I’m transported back in time.
And now, I am feasting on a Rum Cake, a Christmas special from Tza’a mom. I’m blown away. The whiff of Rum on my face and the rum soaked raisins was just too much for my poor system. I was stoned. This functional physiological unit had been feeding on sprouts and roti for sometime now. The rum did it for me. I let loose my emotions and any trace of a carefully cultivated self-restraint vanished within split seconds. AFJ and I finished the cake within minutes. Suddenly the whole world seemed wonderful and everyone was my friend. I was one happy woman.
And today, it was choclates filled with cognac. God, help me! I died. Almost. Chocolate and cognac And now I want more.
And now, I am feasting on a Rum Cake, a Christmas special from Tza’a mom. I’m blown away. The whiff of Rum on my face and the rum soaked raisins was just too much for my poor system. I was stoned. This functional physiological unit had been feeding on sprouts and roti for sometime now. The rum did it for me. I let loose my emotions and any trace of a carefully cultivated self-restraint vanished within split seconds. AFJ and I finished the cake within minutes. Suddenly the whole world seemed wonderful and everyone was my friend. I was one happy woman.
And today, it was choclates filled with cognac. God, help me! I died. Almost. Chocolate and cognac And now I want more.
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