February 8, 2010 - Lunch

G-- at work gives me a piece of tinfoil, wrapped like some kind of drug.

"This is very small," she said. "It is not intended to sabotage you."

It is a layer of pastry encrusted with caramelized sugar and embedded with copious nuts. Creamy sugary starch.

Furtively I opened it on the elevator and put a spoon-sized bite on my tongue. Sugar-rush.

Now it is good but is it great? I am familiar with a number of sugar-piled pastry treats. It has elements of the pecan bar, but the crystallized mapleism of the thing subverts that.

In any case I've lost my ability to form good sentences over the last week. Now I want to go home and eat sausages.