A very special coworker brought in some Bosnian desserts today. Nutella cookies, hurmasice, hairy cake...mmmmm.
One of them, the hurmasice, seemed like what you would get if baklava and an old-fashioned donut had a baby. Gooier than baklava, crispier than donuts.
I'll be wearing a moo-moo, saying mooo mooooo, soon.
But in the meantime, I'm in sugar heaven.
You know the place I'm talking about. It's like Hotel California: you can check out any time you like, but you can't ever leave. Sugar knows where you live and drunk dials you from a block away.