"What the heck is that?" I asked, fearful.
My brother put his head in his hands and wailed: "I had such high hopes!"
I reached into the bag and pulled out: a bright orange, seven-inch long stalagmite of sugar, egg... and what felt a lot like lead. (Visual representation to the upper right of the lead photo.)
At the entity's head, there were the clear bite marks of an admirable eating effort. Gazing at my sibling, however, one thing was clear: pastry had defeated man.
"I thought it would be all light and fluffy..." my brother moaned, rubbing his tummy.
A woman passing through the hostel dorm laughed. "Most of Portuguese pastry is egg plus sugar," she said. "It ain't light!"
Now back to the stalagmite pastry drama.
"Try some," said my brother, a somewhat evil smile playing on his lips.
Being hardcore, I took a test nibble. "SUGAR! SUGAR SUGAR SUUU-GAAAR!!!" the confection screamed into my veins. I tried a few more munches before tumbling into a faint on the floor.
"See what I mean?" panted my brother. The pastry cackled in victory as I nodded.
End score?
Orange Stalagmite Lead Pastry: 2
Me and My Brother: 200!


that's beautiful
ReplyDeleteI never met a pastry I didn't like - until that beast of a sugar-icicle...
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