I drowned somehow home from work, and the smell of baking still in the hallway caught me on the arcane and pulls inside... I jumped into the kitchen, and there is a full plate of small appetizing cake-cooked. With a bowl of course! My beloved wife knows how sweet I love, and here it is. The saliva immediately filled the mouth, it is about to start dropping. And the size is so suitable that the delicious immediately enters the whole between the teeth. I directly felt how I put a spoon on my tongue, pressed it from the top, and in all directions a thickened-yo-yo-yo-yo. Oh oh!

I couldn't stand up, the cake in my mouth, the jaw crushed, and there was such an ugliness! Something bitter, sharp, salty, ugly, thief! Horror is something unhealthy! Elie stood up not to spit out. But the strong! Destroyed...

It turned out, the wife of the profitroles baked and filled each with cheese and garlic mass. I love and respect that too. Half the plate I did not notice. Incredibly delicious!

But when the brain waited for one taste and already gave all the commands, and the tongue got quite another, then, it turns out, you can't even recognize that you chew... Just concentrating the denial and rejection of such a sublime deception...