For the second time today, we ate for dessert from the cheesecake that M made yesterday for our premature but perfectly timely Valentine’s Day dinner. Both times, the white piece of cake with bright red strawberry sauce drizzled over and around it on my shades of teal plate almost sent me running for the camera. But, as M said tonight, “Just enjoy it. You can’t always take a picture of everything that’s lovely.”
So I did. And it was lovely.
Here’s to you, unpictured cheesecake.
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Anonymous
yeah, but then you had to go and write about it. you were probably thinking about what you were going to write while you were eating it. i thought everybody knows that you can’t write about your cake and eat it too.