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I remember the first time I met you. The fingers on my metal fork teased your fluffy whipped cream, wondering how you could be so vibrant, cool, and sweet. When my fork slowly inched into your middle, it was met with soft layers of creams and milks.
The way your chunky, soft middle held the milks was gorgeous. It kept everything together, in a sweet unity. It was my first time experiencing a cake that wasn't hard and crumbly like all those other basic cakes. They were so basic. Those basic cakes were bloated with sugar, blanketed with sub-par icing, and fashioned with too many bolts and buttons.
You were different. You were simple, yet perfect. Dressed with just a fresh cherry, cradled on top of a perfectly made bed of whipped cream, and a creamy belly -- you knocked all of those other cakes out of the way.
You know that saying, "my milkshake bring all the boys to the yard?"
Nah...that's a lie. Tres leches brings all the boys to the yard.
TRES LECHE cake ever!!! I made one for Thanksgiving. Everyone was skeptical at first, but it was the first dessert gone.
I had to take a cold shower after reading this.
So true...I should try it in College to see if it really does being the boys to the yard XD
Oh wow! This is good. Reading this makes me crave one, but I know I won't find it here. I find the milkshake some reference funny :)
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