The Chocolate Cake And The Cook

You see, there was this chocolate cake. Now, I like chocolate cake as much as the next person, especially if it’s made just right, and this one was. For one thing, there was no flour in it; I don’t know what takes its place, even though I just read a recipe. Nor can I figure why peanut butter tastes so good as a side with a cheese omelet.

So, anyway, our cook whips up this delight: flourless chocolate cake in several layers with as much frosting between them as you’d find mortar in a brick wall. On top, a thicker layer. Then….

Then the cook took mine, laid it on its side and spread thick chocolate syrup. “Happy now?” he asked. Yes, happy.

Now to enjoy this in the proper manner:

Cut the cake with my fork, a small piece and squarely done. Slowly chew, letting each taste bud experience the fullness of the chocolate decadence. Then another piece; swallow; repeat.

Fully enjoying a rich chocolate cake is far more than getting it into your tummy. That is not only the least important thing, but it doesn’t count at all. The taste buds are how we get all the flavor and joy of our food; therefore, the small bites and the cake (or whatever) will give us the greatest enjoyment.