A letter to a hot cup of coffee...

So I unearthed an old blog post of mine from the now-defunct Multiply. It amuses me how I can compose a story and blog about something so trivial such as a love affair between my then-favorite midday snack: custard cake and a hot cup of coffee! This was written on the 20th of December year 2007. I'm sensing this is one of those blog posts I wrote that has double meaning?! Or maybe not. Ahhhh, a glimpse of how (beautiful?!) my mind was eons ago. 

I wish I can go back to writing like this again. 

Check it out, after the jump. Enjoy!

Hugs, Bel

my dearest hot cup of coffee,

remember me? i am the custard cake paired with you. i am fluffy and soft, you're boiling hot and bittersweet. i am a pre-defined round object, you, ah, you're a shapeshifter. you take the shape of whatever object you are poured into. i am made of the purest milk and whitest flour and sugar... you were extracted, grinded, roasted and blended from these black bitter coffee beans. i melt when eaten. you, gee, i do not know about you. i'm still trying to figure you out. it proved to be very hard to accurately pin down what your composition is because of the large number of different compounds in you. but guess what? do you realize, when i'm eaten i become you or i transform into something like you - liquified. is that a good thing? i mean to be like you? can i not stay soft and rounded for the rest of my days? can i not sit on the plate untouched and uneaten until my day to be rotten and spoiled comes? don't get me wrong my dearest hot cup of coffee, i love the fact that you are a psychoactive stimulant. yes, that's what you are. in fact, you help me be aware of everything that is going on. you heighten my senses and force me to be alert so i can not make mistakes, so i wouldn't slip and fall down the dessert table but sometimes, it is all but too much. remember, i was made soft - both exterior and interior. you can't push too hard, else i'll crumble into waste. i am happy the way my demi-gods baked me: soft and fluffy and in my deepest core you'll find, there lies a semi-gelled, light cream-colored, gooey, sweet thing called custard. i bring delight you see, don't let me be something else.

sincerely,

custard cake