Of all the beauty in the world,

From sea to sky above,

There can be no beauty greater,
Than chocolate, cake and love.

I'll begin with chocolate.



A common misconception, or perhaps lie I have followed, is that I adore chocolate cake.  I do love chocolate (well I love a certain glass and a half brand), and I do love cake but together they don't impress me. This is not to say that I'm not partial to the rich velvet of a chocolate mousse,  the smooth, slightly cloying filling of a chocolate tart or even the buttery crumble of a chocolate studded cookie, but an actual chocolate cake? No thank-you. Even if it's dressed up with a new name like 'Devil's food cake' or 'Fudge cake,' the cake never tastes like actual chocolate.

Of course, I would eat and thoroughly enjoy a slice if I was offered a piece. And I wouldn't ever say no. But that moment, in a restaurant or, better still, cafe/coffee shop, when you're presented with an array of huge frosted cakes or a menu of desserts, it wouldn't be the chocolate cake I'd choose. I wouldn't even read the description. My greedy eyes would skim over it, ignore it, write it off instantly from the choices and look instead to something vanilla-ry.

Chocolate, cake and love.
There is a comma on purpose.