I did it. It only took a few years but I did it. I lived my destiny.
New and interesting places open in Sydney frequently, taking Instagram by storm. How could it not? Look at that crazy, over the top sugary behemoth of a creation. Only bad people hate desserts.
As much as I would love chasing down cafe after cafe to eat to my heart's content, my waist will only grow in response. And I'd like my exercise to be more than just allowing me to consume obscene amounts of food as delicious as it may be. One look and you can probably understand the hideous delay. They demand a certain occasion and stomach capacity. Mine has been programmed to a 90/10 and its inverse to a savoury to dessert ratio. Unless that is satisfied, discomfort is guaranteed. But even lifeheld restrictions are gracefully hurled out the window in moments of fuck it. Are you in the habit of saving things for a special occasion only to realise from an objective point of view you've become a hoarder? Perhaps its that fancy wine you've set aside to age, or that really rich aromatic candle that you swore to burn only on your dying day. Why though? Why reserve them for a special occasions when such special items themselves can turn mundane days into special ones?
I've decided to make a pledge. To hell with conservativeness. Tiny joys break up the bleakness of life. You and I, we're going to treat ourselves and be guiltless about it.
This is indulgence personified, infinity cubed. There were many accounts of the bottom of the jar being a fabled existence. yes... I too.. struggled to catch the elusive unicorn. The drink in itself is a salted caramel and nutella milkshake which despite its sinful name isn't as rich as you'd assume. Yes, that is a cronut atop of the jar. Freshly fried. I take back all my scorn for the cronut. It's goddamn delicious because the dirnk was already lacking in calories. Ahaha. Served atop a plate with haphazardly swiped chocolate and sprinkles, easily make it the highlight of my week.
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