Forgot the name of the restaurant; Murray Hill, New York

Possibly the freshest dinner I have ever had in my life: greek thin crust pizza and chocolate brownies. The pizza was so fresh I could practically taste the plants the banana peppers were picked off from, and the... goat (?) that the feta cheese came from; and the brownies smelled so freshly baked that I didn't want to share until Danny rightly pointed out that I couldn't finish my pizza so how could I expect to finish my dessert... TEN OUT OF TEN on the freshness scale/a good start to New York.

Fernando Torres is a Lemon Meringue Pie

It came to me in a sudden burst of inspiration similar to that of Torres's entire performance in last night's match: what is flaxen, tangy, sweet and deceptively-spiky-yet-in-actuality-soft on top? Lemon meringue pie... and my boy Torres.

Samir Nasri is a Vanilla Cupcake

The resemblance is uncanny.

Am tempted to start a series of posts detailing how certain footballers look like certain desserts (in keeping with the festive Euro 2008 mood), but before I commit to such a worthwhile and meaningful endeavour I need to assess just how much time I have to fritter away checking out photos of footballers and desserts.

Chocolate Mille Crepe Cake, Food Foundry

A little memuaking because/and consequently it wasn't sweet enough. I know exactly what my mom will say when she reads this: your sweet tooth is insanely developed/you need to cut down on your sugar intake because you are now too used to eating things that are too sweet and too salty and too bad for you/you are tempting fate with your inherited diabetic genes.

YES, UMI, I KNOW. But the truth is the truth and you raised me to be a straight-talking honest young lady (except when it's better to tell a white lie, which, come on, isn't really a lie at all) and it really WAS lacking in the sweetness department.

I also know exactly what she is thinking right now: Nurul Iman you are also too much of a smartass.

Noir; Starbucks

Refused to patronize Dome and consume yet more lardy, soggy, rage-inducing "cake", so dragged the d-a-double-d-y to Starbucks.

Starbucks KLCC needs a wider cake selection. Seriously. Coffee Bean is kicking your double-fish-tailed ass.

Bunet Coffee Flan; Neroteca, Raja Chulan

MORE DONUTS; J.Co

The Crunchy Crunchy/my new favourite donut. (It has dethroned my former J.Co favourite, the Tiramisu, which I am getting sick of; partly because I've just realized the donut actually tastes nothing like tiramisu and the only reason I like it is the copious amounts of whipped cream it houses.)

Ten points for the intriguingly repetitive name: CRUNCHY CRUNCHY. Saying the name out loud forces me to open my mouth and mime a chewing motion, which makes me hungry, which makes me want to eat donuts, which means I will go to J.Co and order the Crunchy Crunchy, which means that when people ask me what I ate for lunch I'll be all, "Oh, the Crunchy Crunchy," which means that the whole process will then repeat itself in a neverending donut-shaped spiral of delicious neverendingness. Those people at J.Co are real crafty bastards.

Sicilian Ice Cream Cake Cassata; Cipolla, Bangsar

Cantonese Hor Fun; Madam Kwan's

Birthday Food; Home

Reasons I am putting Family Birthday Tea (Happy birthday Daddy-o and Monkey Boy) photographs up although I was not there:
i) Everything looks too yummy for me NOT to put photographs up
ii) I was there in spirit
iii) I wish I was there :(