My friend brings me cake today. Chocolate cake. Not just any chocolate cake.
Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup Cake.
The hunk of chocolate cake is about four inches tall, coated with a thick layer of peanut butter, and crusted with a substantial layer of chocolate. On the chocolate crust are pieces of peanut butter cups.
Just smelling the cake hidden in my desk drawer is exponentially raising my blood sugar levels. I hardly wait for my planning period to inhale that cake before the aroma drives me insane.
Sometimes, when I'm having a bad day or just having any kind of day, chocolate cake makes it all worthwhile. Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup Cake, though -- only four words can properly explain its significance:
HOLY CRAP THAT'S GOOD