Slice, bigger and bigger and – That’s too much! Pushing the knife a millimetre back you cut. There, the perfect slice. Greedily your fingers quiver towards the still warm treat. Its spongy texture a perfect end to this dreary day. Inhaling, you are greeted by a warm mist of sugar (with hints of syrup and ginger). Mouth growing ever closer your teeth don’t even need to cut through its soft texture, as it falls apart in your mouth. Tongue assaulted by layers of flavour cause a sigh to escape your lips. Delicious.
The centre of a cake.