Industrial Chocolate

 

That’s right. Industrial Chocolate.

This layered goodness took me back to my youth it was that good. It’s the kind of home-made diabetes defying indulgence I was first introduced to through pot luck dinners in church gymnasiums when I was a kid. Presented in disposable aluminum pans and lit by old, buzzing sodium-vapor lights.

Is it possible to listen to the gospel while being raptured by devil’s food? I don’t know.

Thanks to all the church ladies out there who taught me what real dessert tastes like and aren’t afraid to rock the world with real sugar.

Lots of real sugar.

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