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Thoughts
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Written by Theresa
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Saturday, 15 September 2007 19:00 |
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It is a source of constant amusement to my family that I like crappy, grocery store birthday cake. For all of my high falutin, foodie fetishes like salt from different places in various forms, I am a simple girl at heart. Sure, I love my darkest Belgian chocolate but when it comes to my birthday cake nothin but the worst will do.
It has to be chocolate cake with chocolate icing and it should come from Dominion, simply because it has since I was 8. It will likely have the worst of the fats and the lowest of the grades of cocoa. It will be gooey and goopy and leave guk in my throat. It will be eaten with a cold glass of milk with 2 ice cubes. If it can have those crusty cookie crumbs on the side that is a plus but not a must.
This year I will eat it with reckless abandon. I shall not monitor the pieces nor their size and I will certainly not feel guilty afterward. The rest of my life is meted out in such careful and considered ways, this, at least with be mine. Not my conscience’s. I shall lick the plate to soak up every morsel just as I do with all the other good things in my life.
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