Cayman Islands rum cake: Difference between revisions

No. The closest you will get is when those perma-tanned, randy [[corporate service provider|corporate service providers]], sitting on their deck-chairs 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]].  

[[File:Rum cake close-up.jpg|thumb|right|I mean just look at the ''heft'' of it.]]This may seem meagre compensation, but don’t be fooled. Just wait till you ''taste'' that bad boy. Just ''lift'' it: feel the ''heft''. Tortuga rum  cakes are ''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 spicy ''wetness''. Like a great, moist, sopping, golden sponge, if you squeezed it, a rivulet of pure, golden nectar would run down your arm.  

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

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*[[George Robert Maguire Ugland]]

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*[[Special purpose vehicle]]

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