dessert

I should have asked why any room in the house was better than home to me when she entered it, and barren as a desert when she went out again__hy I always noticed and remembered the little changes in her dress that I had noticed and remembered in no other woman__ before__hy I saw her, heard her, and touched her (when we shook hands at night and morning) as I had never seen, heard, and touched any other woman in my life?

And when all of the flourless chocolate cakes & chocolate mousse or ganache cakes have come and gone, there will still be nothing like a fudgy brownie, dry & crackled on top, moist & dense within, with a glass of cold milk.

When I'm not longer rapping, I want to open up an ice cream parlor and call myself Scoop Dogg. Snoop Dogg.

Dessert is to a meal what a dress is to a woman.

You can tell a lot about a fellow's character by his way of eating jellybeans.

I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of me, whether I remember it later or not.

Sure I eat my feelings, but I save the emotional roller coaster for dessert