At the end of a good day, I did something that I seldom do– I suggested that we go on a midnight run for some pastries. Little did I know that these would be my last pastries ever.
Ye ‘ole midnight snack
One summer night when I was a kid, my parents shocked us by saying that we could order pizza at midnight. I’m not sure why it is, but there is just something awesome about getting food in the middle of the night when you should be asleep.
I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, but on this occasion, the idea of coco puffs from Liliha Bakery just seemed…right.
We took a short drive and grabbed some tasty treats.
The Order of the Pastries
Of course, I had to pick of a couple coco puffs. These are what Liliha Bakery is best known for and it’s about all I care to have here. The chantilly frosting is particularly delectable. Over the years, Liliha has branched out and added a few new flavors to the mix. I never tried the green tea puff, so I decided to pick up one of those as well.
I’m a fan of almonds, but I’m pretty ambivalent when it comes to blueberries, so I’m not entirely sure why I decided to add this to the order at the last minute. I think the colors just grabbed me. I was also having fond memories of those perfectly balanced pains au chocolat in France.
As things like this often go, the idea of eating a box of pastries was much more enjoyable than the actual act itself. It’s not that they didn’t taste good, but the first coco puff was more than enough (like I said, I simply don’t have much of a sweet tooth).
Had I stopped there, things might not have ended up the way they did.
But I ordered 4 pastries, and mama taught me to always eat what I take, so I was going to eat 4 pastries.
And eat them I did.
I can’t say I enjoyed myself much after the first coco puff. The richness and sweetness of these pastries overwhelmed me more with each bite. They were only pastries though, so I downed them rather quickly.
Perhaps too quickly.
I often gauge my enjoyment not just on the experience itself, but also on the aftermath— the after effects of the experience. The next day, I woke up feeling like I was swimming through molasses. The day before was a long day and I went to sleep rather late, so some sluggishness wasn’t all that surprising. However as the day went on, the sluggishness never went away. Instead, a queasy stomach was added to the sluggishness which did not help things at all.
By the end of the day, I ended up losing my lunch (even though I didn’t eat lunch) and went to bed early, hoping to just forget this day ever happened.
Unfortunately, for the better part of the next week, I felt much the same, except that it got a lot worse before it started to get better. I’ll spare you the details and just say that I began to wonder if I would ever be able to keep food down again.
Eventually, as with all stomach bugs, I began to get better. However, it was not lost on me that my condition for the previous week was due to my own actions– specifically, my gluttony.
As a result, I resolved to never eat another pastry again.
Of course, this is easy to say when you’re not sure if you’ll ever eat anything again, but even in that condition, I knew that this would not be a piece of cake, as it were.
Some may say this is a rather drastic response. Surely, pastries were not to blame, rather it was my gluttony that led me to scarf down pastry after pastry.
Nonetheless, I made the promise and now I’m going to keep it.