It doesn't sweep me off my feet the way a chocolate crunch doorstop and vanilla ice cream would but it always reminds of the times Diana and I spent, airing our greviences and insecurities over banana crumbles back in school. Post-graduation and without that pinch of nostalgia, I have never committed myself to another crumble.
That might soon change though.
A generous scoop of vanilla ice cream, a buttery blanket shielding butterscotch apples from the tartness of mixed berries, I forsee creating many more fond memories with Food for Thought's crumble.
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