Ode to Le Cake

cake6It slowly wafted into the olfactory passages, teasing them with the citrus- sultry orange zest, sweet heat of cinnamon, gooey darkness of chocolate and the spicy sense of dark rum – all rolled into one but then each released individually, in slow motion, one after the other like the helium filled gas balloons that we used to let fly on Sunday afternoons which would rise up, magnificent in their freedom, bright coloured bits bobbing in the breeze till they disappeared into oblivion! But here there was no oblivion, just the cavernous gut of gluttony, begging to be sated! Piece after piece, it demanded more, and more and even more, now like a tyrant dictator in the throes of his own tyranny- till it all finished! Sigh!

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