“I’ll have sticky toffee pudding please” I pronounced to the
waitress.
“Do ya want custard?” replied the sulky waitress.
“Definitely” was the only response required.
When the kitchen door opened, the hot, steaming pudding
looked like a little piece of heaven on the plate. As the waitress carried it
across the restaurant in slow motion, mouth salivating I couldn’t take my eyes
of it.
Light, fluffy sponge with smooth, rich and creamy custard,
the dessert looked deliciously devilish. I plunged my spoon deep into the
pudding, the sponge tasted delicate and moist and the custard tasted like
nothing else I had ever savoured before.
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