It has been so long since I have logged into my flickr account, I actually forgot my login details and had to do it three times.

Well, here is the picture that has caused me to dust the cobwebs off my flickr account (at least the login part)

I am happily finishing this dessert as I type this post. This is one of the very few things that I remember fondly from my non-existent childhood.

I remember as a little girl, always pestering my parents that that supermarket to buy this. I think then I thought it was only available there, who knows. Yes, it doesn’t seem to taste the same as my memory remembers it but maybe it is because the circumstances are all different. Maybe my palate has tasted different perfections (I am being to taste the nuances in some alcohols. Ok getting off track), different amazements. There is a possibility that they have changed the recipe, but I don’t really believe that.

I’ve changed, my tastes have changed with it. But I guess, some things never change. I need to finish my dessert before it melts into a googey mess.