I have a hilarious story to share with everyone. Yesterday my mom needed me to go to Safeway for her and pick her up some carrot cake. Now if you haven't tried said carrot cake I demand you go out and buy a piece right now. I do not like carrot cake and this is really great carrot cake. It is an artisan fancy one. The cake runs around thirty bucks, and by the slice it is three ninety-nine.
Now imagine if you will, I am standing in the bakery among all the goodies while the bakery employee cut me some extra slices. The smells alone are delicious and I am eyeballing all kinds of wonderful, colorful treats. There are tortes, and cakes and then right before my eyes, I see a huge slice of heaven.
It was an extra tall slice of cheesecake with that perfect creamy color, a bit yellow, but not too much. Someone had lovingly drizzled melted chocolate on the top until it cooled into just a bit of a topping. At the top edge sat the most perfectly ripe strawberry. There wasn't a single green spot, or bruise. Every seed was perfectly in place and the stem was green and fresh. It was the pièce de résistance!
My mouth began instantly to water. I could imagine the delightful mix of flavor melting on my tongue. I turned away and then it happened. I swear to you it really happened. That little slice of heaven called my name.
"Crystal...", it said. I chose to ignore that bit of insanity. "Crystal," it tried again. I sucked in a nervous breath, just before it continued.
"You know you want me...I am after all a huge slice of heaven. Can you taste me all ready?" I was blown away that the delightful dessert had gotten into my head. I began tapping my foot to keep the urge at bay.
"Buy me...take me home...make me yours." My breathing must have increased because suddenly the bakery employee is looking at me oddly.
"Miss are you all right?" She gave me a concerned look.
"I am just resisting the cheesecake." The employee's eyes widened with surprise. I don't think that is what she expected. Finally the employee was printing the price labels. With a knowing smile she handed them over.
"Must resist the cheesecake..." I mumbled as I walked away. The cheesecake was still trying to garner my attention with sweet promises of how delightful it was. Let me tell you, it was a battle of wills. It took every ounce of my courage--knowing that a slice of heaven was calling my name--to walk away. It was the closest I've ever come to being weak-willed and caving in to five-thousand calories. So I ask have you ever heard cheesecake calling your name?
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Have you ever heard Cheesecake call your name?
I have a hilarious story to share with everyone. Yesterday my mom needed me to go to Safeway for her and pick her up some carrot cake. Now if you haven't tried said carrot cake I demand you go out and buy a piece right now. I do not like carrot cake and this is really great carrot cake. It is an artisan fancy one. The cake runs around thirty bucks, and by the slice it is three ninety-nine.
Now imagine if you will, I am standing in the bakery among all the goodies while the bakery employee cut me some extra slices. The smells alone are delicious and I am eyeballing all kinds of wonderful, colorful treats. There are tortes, and cakes and then right before my eyes, I see a huge slice of heaven.
It was an extra tall slice of cheesecake with that perfect creamy color, a bit yellow, but not too much. Someone had lovingly drizzled melted chocolate on the top until it cooled into just a bit of a topping. At the top edge sat the most perfectly ripe strawberry. There wasn't a single green spot, or bruise. Every seed was perfectly in place and the stem was green and fresh. It was the pièce de résistance!
My mouth began instantly to water. I could imagine the delightful mix of flavor melting on my tongue. I turned away and then it happened. I swear to you it really happened. That little slice of heaven called my name.
"Crystal...", it said. I chose to ignore that bit of insanity. "Crystal," it tried again. I sucked in a nervous breath, just before it continued.
"You know you want me...I am after all a huge slice of heaven. Can you taste me all ready?" I was blown away that the delightful dessert had gotten into my head. I began tapping my foot to keep the urge at bay.
"Buy me...take me home...make me yours." My breathing must have increased because suddenly the bakery employee is looking at me oddly.
"Miss are you all right?" She gave me a concerned look.
"I am just resisting the cheesecake." The employee's eyes widened with surprise. I don't think that is what she expected. Finally the employee was printing the price labels. With a knowing smile she handed them over.
"Must resist the cheesecake..." I mumbled as I walked away. The cheesecake was still trying to garner my attention with sweet promises of how delightful it was. Let me tell you, it was a battle of wills. It took every ounce of my courage--knowing that a slice of heaven was calling my name--to walk away. It was the closest I've ever come to being weak-willed and caving in to five-thousand calories. So I ask have you ever heard cheesecake calling your name?
Now imagine if you will, I am standing in the bakery among all the goodies while the bakery employee cut me some extra slices. The smells alone are delicious and I am eyeballing all kinds of wonderful, colorful treats. There are tortes, and cakes and then right before my eyes, I see a huge slice of heaven.
It was an extra tall slice of cheesecake with that perfect creamy color, a bit yellow, but not too much. Someone had lovingly drizzled melted chocolate on the top until it cooled into just a bit of a topping. At the top edge sat the most perfectly ripe strawberry. There wasn't a single green spot, or bruise. Every seed was perfectly in place and the stem was green and fresh. It was the pièce de résistance!
My mouth began instantly to water. I could imagine the delightful mix of flavor melting on my tongue. I turned away and then it happened. I swear to you it really happened. That little slice of heaven called my name.
"Crystal...", it said. I chose to ignore that bit of insanity. "Crystal," it tried again. I sucked in a nervous breath, just before it continued.
"You know you want me...I am after all a huge slice of heaven. Can you taste me all ready?" I was blown away that the delightful dessert had gotten into my head. I began tapping my foot to keep the urge at bay.
"Buy me...take me home...make me yours." My breathing must have increased because suddenly the bakery employee is looking at me oddly.
"Miss are you all right?" She gave me a concerned look.
"I am just resisting the cheesecake." The employee's eyes widened with surprise. I don't think that is what she expected. Finally the employee was printing the price labels. With a knowing smile she handed them over.
"Must resist the cheesecake..." I mumbled as I walked away. The cheesecake was still trying to garner my attention with sweet promises of how delightful it was. Let me tell you, it was a battle of wills. It took every ounce of my courage--knowing that a slice of heaven was calling my name--to walk away. It was the closest I've ever come to being weak-willed and caving in to five-thousand calories. So I ask have you ever heard cheesecake calling your name?
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Well, maybe not cheesecake, but definitely a peanut butter pie! :)
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August 14, 2009 at 1:03 AM
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Well, maybe not cheesecake, but definitely a peanut butter pie! :)
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