R.I.P

It was beautiful. It was something I’ve never seen before. It was a Boston Cream Mars Bar Cake/Pie.

He lived a short life, but a sweet one (literally). He was on the race track to success, all that was left was a drizzle of white chocolate, but he slid out of control, off the kitchen counter and into a heaping mess on the floor. The damage was two broken plates, and a gorgeous mess folded over itself, melted Mars Bar spilled across the kitchen.

You will be remembered in my heart forever, as my going-to-be famous cake. RIP.