Swiss Cake Rolls

I realized the other day that I have been missing out on a delicacy for many years now. I have always taken my time and enjoyed each part of the rolls separately, increasing the occasion that I can indulge in the chocolate upon chocolate goodness.

Peeling the thin outer layer off carefully, which can prove more difficult than one would imagine, there have been times, more often than not, that my teeth have to get involved in this process, unfortunate but still tasty. Next come the edges and the bottom. This involves precision biting being careful not to take much of the actual roll. Once the shell has been removed it is time to unroll the cylinder and begin the small bites of the flat cake finishing it off after several minutes of enjoyment (I have no desire to discuss the later sugar crash than can occur).

Several day ago I had a roll, but I was in a hurry and unable to perform my glorious ritual. After a slight hesitation of disappointment and disgust I raised the roll to my mouth and took a bite. I had to stop in my tracks – It appears that the smallest of the Debbie’s has the largest of taste!

I have not since torn apart the intricacies of a well put together sweet treat and encourage all of my fellow “slayers” to do the same, trust the creators, they know best!

5 am - My Nemesis

It seems as if this week the 5:00 hour has been my nemesis. Usually it greets me with a soft glow through the window and the songs of some bird confusing itself as a rooster. I can lay there for a moment and then arise to a long, hot shower that has no other use that to wash me awake and ready me for the excitement that the day surely holds.

The past two weeks have been different. The soft glow has been there, as well as the befuddled bird, but the welcomeness of this hour has all but vanished.

Perhaps I have been bedding down later or fighting of some farm animal flu without knowing but whatever the reason my bed has been a super-magnet during this hour. The past day or so I have regained some ground in this epic battle but not enough to call a victory. Unfortunately, the war between the requisite for sleep and my need for the lack of it will continue to be – and I think I will always be defeated.