Cayman Islands rum cake: Difference between revisions

So, pity the sad cadre of {{tag|London}}-bound lawyers who commission Cayman [[SPV]]s and have to review their salty board minutes<ref>Properly dirty these are. I couldn’t begin to tell you.</ref> — who spend long London evenings staring out into the dank gloom, longing for the exotic spice of island life that goes on behind the Hacienda frontages of [[Ugland House]], Georgetown, Grand Cayman.  

Now financiers are partial to absurd boondoggles: [[gardening leave]]; [[corporate entertainment]]; [[Business day convention|conferences in exotic locales]] — but even they have limits and you, sir, are not swanning off to the Caribbean just to “check the place out”. Not even for the good of [[Firm - FCA Rulebook Term|the Firm]]<ref>See what I did there?</ref>.

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]].  

[[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 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, moist, sopping, golden sponge, if you squeezed it, it would pure golden, tropical nectar would run down your arm.