Sunday, 4 January 2015

Chocolate Fudge Cake: A Recipe For Disaster?

Hi there, Schneckens!
There was a point in my life when I thought saying 'hi there' was just weird and too quirky. Now it is my go too introduction because I realised that I was in fact weird and too quirky. It's more effective when you say it with a somewhat high pitched voice - if you master it, you may pull off cute, which obviously I am. Being a little/petite person, you tend to get the usual 'aww, you're so cute!'; 'cutie' and whatnot until the end of time. Embrace it is all I will say.

Remember back in the Summer when I wrote a blog post about Chocolate Fudge Cake and Lemon Drizzle Cake and the whole thing was a huge metaphor? No? Well, refresh yourself here. Basically, I ask this because today the metaphor is back. I chose Chocolate Fudge Cake in the end (which a lot of you liked, in the 'I'm actually referring to cake' opinions!) Lemon Drizzle Cake was dry and left a bitter taste in my life (Geddit? Bitter lemons?) and I just couldn't deny the overwhelming temptation of the Chocolate Fudge Cake as the rest of the Summer, and my year, progressed. Chocolate Fudge Cake (CFC - I can't keep writing the whole thing, tbh) is truly sexy. It still feels weird to refer to a cake as 'sexy', but it is.

CFC gets you in all the right places and, for most of the time, it satisfies you greatly. It oozes temptation, lust and an urge for more. It leaves a taste in your mouth that makes you shudder with pleasure because it is that good. The way that chocolate fudge goodness sticks to your lips and you have to lick it off is just an inclination of how powerful this cake is - you simply can't get enough! But is that where the danger and the so called recipe for disaster kicks in?

I thought the cake metaphor would be fitting because it would allow me to kill two birds with one stone: I am bulimic. That probably wouldn't surprise regular readers of the blog. I tell you this because this explanation pretty much summarises both dilemmas I am currently facing, plus, I like to make things more lighthearted to ease the great sadness that comes with such a sad illness. CFC, in all its glory, is sinful. It is bad for you - there is a reason why you shouldn't have too much of it. But in moments of weakness, we overindulge and that's when the regret/guilt/shame kicks in. This cake will most likely end with myself purging out the sin - which for the Eating Disorder reference is pretty self explanatory and for the metaphor, it means trying to push out the feelings created, which probably leads to more overindulging in such forbidden-ness.

Yes, this is getting confusing now, so let's just return to the metaphor. I know that the cake isn't technically good for me. but it's not the worst, surely? Like deep fried Mars bar cheesecake will probably be hideous. I recently discovered an extra layer in this cake and it's the most endearing of all, but the chocolate fudge oozes down towards it and that's what tempts me the most as it shines under the cheap ass light in the corner of this room, which I shouldn't probably change..

Ah fuck it, let me have it. Don't fuck the Portuguese guy, but help yourself to this cake. What's the worst that could happen - actually, don't answer that; let's not ruin the illusion.

Toodles :)

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