Yesterday, I experienced the collision of two worlds.
The first world being my religious side. Well, my not-so-religious side that I really only pay attention to when the time comes to eat the food courtesy of my Jewish upbringing. That and the day I became a woman in the eyes of God of course. 4/27/13. Don’t cry because it’s over smile because it happened. Challah bread is something that we have always had in the house. No, not because my family observes Shabbat every Friday evening, but because you can make a mean panini with that bread.
The second world being the recent nuisance that is my histamine intolerance. You are better off Googling what that means because I can't tell you. It basically just means I'm not supposed to eat all of the foods I used to. One major food group being sugar.
I've been doing really well on the whole diet actually, as well as one who is being deprived of all she’s ever known, can.
I used to eat candy or some type of dessert every single day at home. And here, I have been doing pretty well with it. But yesterday, I found myself in a sticky situation. No pun intended.
Last night, I was out on the town with a few of my lady friends eating dinner. Which then, of course led to me being out on the town with a few of my lady friends eating dessert. Because as we all know, there is always and I mean always room for dessert.
If you live near the Lehigh Valley area, you must go to Penn State Creamery and get a slice of what I now call heaven, or a slice of what they call Moravian sugar cake.
I'm not even entirely sure what it is, how they make it, what the ingredients are, or why it's called that.
Do students at Moravian eat it for breakfast lunch and dinner? If so, consider me apart of the Moravian class of 2022. Go Greyhounds!
What I do know, is that it was essentially love at first sight and I knew I was going to like it. The tell-tale sign of this being when I asked for a sample expecting a little crumb but instead receiving a generous 1/3 of a slice heaping. Thank you. No really, thank you.
I regrettably contemplated it for too many seconds before saying, what the heck, I'll have a slice. As if you weren't going to get one Megan. Right.
The employees are really on top of their game there. First, they practically give me half the cake as a sample. Second, they read my mind when I thought how good it would be heated up.
My first thought after taking my first official bite was that it tasted like sugary challah. A challah imposter, if you will. Hence, the collision of my two worlds.
It was light, not dense. It had crusty melted sugar on top. It was perfect.
But of course, everything in this world comes full circle.
As I was halfway through my slice of heaven, the only song that would make sense to play at that time came on. The song sung by all of our favorites. Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard.
So of course, I had to sing at a relatively high volume, "pour some Moravian sugar cake on me ooooh in the name of love.”
Keep in mind that we were the only ones in the store at the time. Could I hear the employees laughing from the back of the store? Yes. Did I care? No.
Quite frankly, it would've been a missed opportunity if I didn't sing those lyrics.
You heard it here first folks. Go and get yourself a piece of Moravian sugar cake today. Before it’s too late. Or before I get there first.
Ignore my appearance, but here’s me eating my cake.
Here’s a close up of my cake. And my friend’s face.