Dear german chocolate cake,

I hate you. You are poison to me. Yet the others can eat you.

You sat on my pretty platter for days, aggravating and tempting me.

I even had a dream that I ate you. You were good, but then I cried and cried because I knew that one moment of taste exhilaration was going to make me sick for 4 days. And it could lead to a wheat eating spree.

The dream was so real that I didn't take a bite of you.
You did make me angry. Angry that I couldn't have the foods I craved. Angry that what my mouth wanted and what hurt me was the same thing.

Get off my pretty platter NOW evil cake!

Love,
Rachel