On Feeding a Fungal Cake

Back from the hometown after the CNY, it's natural that young travellers like myself would bring along something from home. I mean, well, I think more often than not, mummies are the ones packing all these stuff.

So when I left home the other day, Mum asked that I bring along all those cakes and cookies. Despite not having a celebration this year, we did have celebration of our own. Sis bought quite a variety of cookies for ourselves. Lil bro baked the ever so delicious cake. And Dad got a layered cake from his staff earlier. There were 4 cakes altogether. Just enough for us so to speak.

I thought I might as well take more, since Mum and Dad won't be eating those cakes at home anwyays. So there I was, happily packing 3 boxes of cakes, one solely of the black cake that was much craved for by all the others in the brotherhood, one a mix of layered cakes and some cheese cakes, and another one with more cheese cakes for the special one.

Once back in the hostel, they were asking if I brought the special cake. And we were sitting on the bed savouring half the container in 15 minutes. It was THAT delicious, I'm telling you.

Anyways, when I was planning to have some cakes to fill up the growling stomach just now, I was greatly disappointed and shocked as to what was savouring my cakes.

I hope you won't be puking though.

Darn. Had to throw them away... *sobs*

ps: Serm! I forgot to get you the recipe!