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Breakfast -- wishing it were cake



Unfortunately, not a cake.


My stomach is still not doing well — I’m attributing my frequent trips to Mr. Toilet with either some new friends called Giardia or my recent cravings for the super spicy. But this morning I woke up actually craving cake. A big, moist white cake with gobs of sugary frosting (a la Magnolia’s) covered in big sweet purple roses. And I would take the cake and stick my hand in to grab a huge chunk of cake and frosting madness to stuff into my face, covering my cheeks and face, like a little 4 year old experiencing his first “I’m a big kid now” birthday party.



But it was 9:30 in the morning and the bakeries were sure to be closed so I elected instead to make a bowl of cereal oatmeal and a cup of banana-milk-green tea smoothie drink.


Maybe today I’ll buy my cake. :+) (But I’m able to button my new bought-in-Taiwan pants, so maybe I shouldn’t eat a hamburger (also a big craving as of late) nor the cake.)

 

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