Malvika's Ramblings

Cake Chronicles

10 am
I am a big fat chunk of butter and flour. Sitting in the fridge. A leftover of last night’s revelry, a stranger’s birthday party thrown with heartfelt love in the living room. Somebody’s best friend. Clicked pics. Smeared cream on face. The drill. Right now I am not your guilty indulgence, sinful oohness. No longer bedecked with candles, I am just a few roughly cut pieces of ceremonial gluttony in the fridge.

1pm
Ok ok. Let’s agree to disagree. Let’s co-exist in peace. Pick the apple next to me. Yeah, that’s it.

4 pm
Umm.. I am a quick bite. A little yumness you absolutely deserve after a hard day’s work (and more to go). Just a bite to give some body to that heavenly, but ephemeral ginger tea (dip, dip). No? ok. Have it your way.

10 pm
As cats to dark alleys, as shifty glances to a burglar, as a moustache to Frida, so do I belong to your tummy. You have held back too long. Worldly inhibitions hold you down. Media-made, artificial ideas of fitness and beauty. Consider those full bodied Renaissance figures with rosy, peachy glow. Let down your defences, tomorrow is another day. Right now, just have me. Devour me. A slim slice, no not that slim never did anyone any harm. There we go.