I don’t know what kind of magic dinner ladies put into this stuff, but it had no right being that good. One bite and suddenly I’m ten years old again, scraping the plate for stray sprinkles and ignoring whatever sad excuse for a main course came before it.
And now? I’m on a never-ending mission to relive that sugary bliss. I’ve tried supermarket versions (never quite right), bakery attempts (close, but not quite), and even my own baking (a disaster). But when I do find a slice that hits just right? Pure euphoria.