Custard Surprise

I hate cake. I absolutely hate it. Other than the occasional slice of red velvet, the only kind of cake I will eat is ice cream cake. I do however love pies, whether it is an apple pie, cherry pie, or lemon pie. So its not hard to imagine that the first item on Britian's desert bar that grabbed my attention was a cupcake size lemon pie.

I could hardly believe my luck. So far Britian had been lacking horribly when it came to desert options. If I did not want ice cream then I was just going to have to go without desert. But today Britian redeemed itself. It had finally thrown down the desert gauntlet, and I was pleased, at first.

As I made my way back to the table I was filled with excitement. I was getting a genuine taste of home, from the Britian Dining Hall no less! I bit into that wonderful little pie and.......it was custard. Not lemon, but a cleverly disguised traitor to the pie world. Custard belongs in pastries, not in cupcake sized pies! It was enraging! How dare Britian cause my hopes to soar only to make them get shot down in an instant. At the very least they should have placed a sign warning that the pies weren't lemon, just clever disguised custard pies!

There was only one way to rid the world of that custard evil. I had to eat it. As I took that second bite I realized this was going to be a difficult undertaking. Eventually, there was no more custard to eat. I had managed to rid the world of one more evil food in disguise.