Confessions of an Idllyic Mind

Hear Yea Hear Yea ~

I have an announcement to make. I have found pure happiness. I found that happiness in an egg tart.

It was truly the best 2 minutes of my life. Forget about sex (not that i know how that feels like *innocent girl look*). This egg tart was an experience or orgasmic proportions. Who would have guessed that the three little darlings held the secrets of the universe in one plate. If the talibans/terrorists/war ppl would just stop to stare at those darlings war would just stop immediately i tell you. Just at the sight of it your heart would be filled to the overflow with love, admiration .. A strange sense of calm and peace. Oh ~~~

One bite was enough to send me to the moon and back. The texture. Oh the texture! The chef must be a glorious creation of a man to be able to create something so delicate yet impactful. The crust was soft and crunchy at the same time .. The filling .. Sorry i had to pick myself up back to the chair . . The recollection of the filling is making my knees weak. Its like no other egg tart. The deep yellow filling was of a creamy pudding like texture. Its not gelatinous like its other common counterparts. I liked my chopsticks once i was done with one of those little babies.

I dont care if the chef is balding/fat/impotent/has a large fat mole on his forehead with hair sticking out of it, as long as he is single and available and below 50, I M GONNA MARRY THE HELL OUT OF THAT MAN ! ! ! ! ! ! No momma dont stop me!!!!!!! I'm in LOVE!!!! (with his egg tarts)