What would you be?
Just tonight I was assigned “creme puff” status. Sounds quite tasty, doesn’t it? It is, as pointed out to me, a very cute, eager, and delicious food. I certainly don’t mind one bit. Not much tops the satisfying bite into a cool, fluffy creme puff.
Thank goodness I was not called a fruit cake (the unwanted gift equivalent of mystery meat) or grape cough syrup (an unpleasantness welcome only in small doses and when extremely miserable).
Drizzle some chocolate on me. I’m edible!