Another Post on English Cuisine

Three words.

Six syllables.

Sticky. Toffee. Pudding.

Where have you been all my life? Why am I only just now, mere weeks away from leaving this chilled island, discovering your gooey warmth, the silky sweetness of your sauce, the moistness of your crumb?

How do you manage to be so delectable without the aid of chocolate?

What will I do without you in the States, where abide only cold, jiggly, soupy puddings made with cold, unforgiving milk?

Sticky Toffee Pudding, you just made the list of things I will miss about the UK.