Craving

_{This entry is dedicated to kopikia ~ "because you can write about anything at all"}

Have you ever had a really deep craving that seems to dig its claws deep into your flesh and seep through your very pores?

That's the kind of craving I'm having for pineapple tarts. Just this weekend past, I ate a pineapple tart from Prima Deli, and since then, I've been in the vise grip of an all consuming craving for pineapple tarts - and not just any pineapple tart, but Prima Deli pineapple tarts, or maybe That specific pineapple tart that has since been consumed, digested, and excreted.

The act of eating that single precious pineapple tart was akin to a religious experience. The sensation of it melting in my mouth, and the buttery rich taste of the pastry played themselves over a million times in my imagination, even as I bit into the tart. The craving for more of the pineapple tart more More MORE was like a hand reaching down through my throat into my chest and clawing out my heart, leaving my core hollow, an emptiness that can only be filled by that perfect golden cylindrical pineapple tart. It was a I-Have-to-jump-onto-the-first-plane -back-to-Singapore-to-buy
-the-pineapple-tart kind of delirium.

I have to keep the hunger in abeyance until I get my magic tin of Prima Deli pineapple tarts. When the girl opens the catch of the magic tart tin, and lets out the genie of Chinese New Years past, only then will the truth be known - will the spell be broken, and the power of the evil Deli over the captivated princess be broken? Or will the Prima Prince fulfill all the unspoken dreams that were promised in that enchanted tart?