Let Her Eat Cake (an afternoon doodle, a fond memo

Let Her Eat Cake
The association of food with sex is ancient and wondrous. At its simplest is such as the time honored route to the male heart through the stomach. But what young man could realize that it might work with a woman?!
Once upon a time he and a delicious colleague were engaged in that exquisitely awkward dance to enchantment when the ankle sprained, the boat ran seriously aground due to unfortunate inadvertence. Whatever caused the sublimation of fire to ice is unrecalled if recognized then. That it occurred was as clear as painful.
Nothing sufficed to thaw, no entreaty to comprehend, no path to puzzle. He was without illumination and the boat unsalvageable. There would be no admission; paradise was lost.
As time passed his focus altered to an appropriate means of noting the approaching birthday of his most able and agreeable secretary. Casting about for a reasonable means of suggesting her value without embarrassing her, he stumbled onto an old recipe for a most elaborate German chocolate cake. Known to be bereft of culinary skill, that is to say, totally incompetent within yards of a kitchen, he nevertheless undertook that means of expression.
Fortunately her day fell on a Monday giving him the weekend to work the alchemy of mundane ingredients to gold. One day to gather the fixins, study the process, plan the exercise, screw the courage to the sticking place…the next to do the deed. The intervening night was sl**pless , indeed. But on the morrow with the pioneering spirit that conquered countries not to mention space, he set about the shaking, sifting, cracking, separating, stirring, simmering, shredding, basting and whatever else long is lost to memory. Thus in that following morning’s light, there shone a magnificent confection.
During the morning’s coffee, he tremulously presented the product of his efforts. The results were miraculous. His secretary was stunned and delighted without so much as a taste. The entire office gathered to witness the marvel and ultimately all did partake thereof. Whether from kindness or truth all did proclaim the deed well done. Women sought the recipe, men more cake. So happily did he comply with all requests that he failed to note an unintended consequence.
His most delectable colleague not only appeared to enjoy the cake as well as seek the recipe but engaged in much inquiry as to the manner of its creation. That conversation led directly to a melting of ice soon followed by fire requiring all manner of liquidity in joyous response.



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Posted by iansearchof
3 years ago    Views: 1,167
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honeypuss
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2 years ago
One word "delicious"
2 years ago
I'm so impressed with your writing. Consider me a fan.
venicegirl
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3 years ago
You know, it all started with an apple.

Why don't you come to my kitchen? I can be the main dish and dessert as well.

I mean, I can cook a scrumptious dinner and melt in your mouth dessert. ;)
3 years ago
very good
3 years ago
very good
3 years ago
Thank you. Given your own facility, high praise, indeed. And at long last, I'm someone's first...!
JuicyNorth
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3 years ago
Ian, it's beautifully written...the breaking of bread unites us in such an animal instinctual way...brings our mind and body together intimately as well as for the masses... and like laughing, and music, breaks the boundries of the spoken word and expectations....I love this...the first thing in my fave box...xxx
3 years ago
??? Is this some sort of backhanded compliment? If yes, tnx; if no, I shared it with a couple of friends who've read volumes of my stuff (including professional screeds), and they say that it sounds just like me.

Maybe I'll go find the recipe.
3 years ago
It's obvious that you sourced a story in a foreign language and used an on line translation service.