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The closest you will get is when the [[corporate service provider|corporate service providers]] out in their occasionally inclement paradise send you their annual thank-you for your custom: By time-honoured tradition, they do this by means of an air-mailed Tortuga [[Cayman Islands rum cake]].  
The closest you will get is when the [[corporate service provider|corporate service providers]] out in their occasionally inclement paradise send you their annual thank-you for your custom: By time-honoured tradition, they do this by means of an air-mailed Tortuga [[Cayman Islands rum cake]].  


This may seem meagre compensation but don’t be fooled. Just wait till you taste that bad boy. Tortuga cakes are stone-cold ''amazing''. They may arrive looking like they have been pummelled by baggage handlers at every depot across the Florida keys — in fairness they probably have — but the [[taste]]. Like a great, sopping, golden sponge, if you squeezed it, it would wring out pure golden nectar. For a second you will be transported to that sun-kissed, philandering, intermittently-windy financial utopia.  
This may seem meagre compensation but don’t be fooled. Just wait till you taste that bad boy. Tortuga cakes are stone-cold ''amazing''. They may arrive looking like they have been pummelled by baggage handlers at every depot across the Florida keys — in fairness they probably have — oh, but the ''taste''. Like a great, sopping, golden sponge, if you squeezed it, it would wring out pure golden, tropical nectar. For a second you will be bodily transported to that sun-kissed, philandering, intermittently-windy financial utopia.  
 
And then you snap back to the tattoo of drizzle against your window. Boy, it’s dark out there.
 


And then you will snap back to the tattoo of drizzle against your window. Boy, it’s dark out there.


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