I'm sitting here trying to work, but all I can think about is cake. Or cookies. Or strudel, or pie or a muffin. Every few minutes, I go into the kitchen and stare into the pantry, my eyes always falling on the ingredients for chocolate lava cake. They mock me.
I keep that stuff in the house for company, parties, and other dessert emergencies. In only 15 minutes, I can make a chocolate lava cake that will make you smash your head into the wall. The only problem is it's a whole cake. And there is no company and no party and no one else wants to "get fat". So I either have to eat the whole thing, or throw the rest away.
Even the dish I make the cake in is mocking me.
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