I am weak.

I finally decided to stop by the new coffee shop around the block to try the cheesecake. I just felt in the mood for it; you know, have a little piece and keep the rest for breakfast. Yeah, just a little.

Usually cheesecake is too heavy for me to finish even half a slice, but right now I still can't believe I ate the whole thing.

I had never tried Banana's Foster Cheesecake...it was good. It was creamy, soft...and, believe it or not, it even felt light. No, not as in "light-aspartame-containing" light but as in "the right amount of fat, real sugar and real flavor" light. That's the reason why I learned to bake; I'm picky. My desserts have to taste natural, have flavor and be light; not knock me out for the rest of the day. This was like that.

I also had the Cherry Cheesecake and shared some cinnamon walnut coffee cake (Stomach conscience had to kick in at some point!). Does that tell you anything?

1. I'm a sweets freak.
2. I give into my cravings too easily.
3. I'm coming back for my own slice of cinnamon walnut coffee cake (loved it!!!!).
4. I'm taking my friends there.
5. I shall be found there on Saturdays.

That was definitely five exclamation points up there. Seriously, that coffee cake was buttery, cinnamony, nutty...how many more words can I make up before my keyboard shorts because my mouth is watering excessively right over it?


Hmm...Something tells me I'll be needing a gym membership this winter.