Ode to a Toaster Strudel

December 10, 2011
Sleepwalking to the kitchen at 5 in the morning and hungrily making a beeline for the freezer, I reach into the cardboard treasure trove and magically reap my daily gift from God: a Toaster Strudel.

In goes the frozen pastry, into the toaster
Toasting to perfection.

A heavenly aroma inhabits the air, wafting from the kitchen throughout the entire house; its scent inviting and beautiful enough to summon the dead. The chocolatey aura greets my parents with a loving "Good Morning!" and calls me back to the kitchen.

One bite is enough to experience the sacred beauty of the crisp, flaky delicacy; its glorious Boston Creme filling rich like molten lava feeding my soul as I give into my addiction to these toasted specialties every morning.

Breakfast of Champions.

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queer_fish said...
Dec. 14, 2011 at 2:21 pm
This is a really nice piece. It makes me smile. I love toaster strudles. Please comment on my work ;)
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