I think I would be a chocolate meringue pie baked by my sainted mother.
Only those who saved room for me would even bother to try me. But for those few, I would be that rare indescribable experience. They would savor me with their favorite coffee, and remember me for the rest of their lives.
I would have said chocolate truffle as well had she not said it first. As Athena said, not sure what’s inside, but you know it’s going to be good. Hey, Athena, we could be a box of chocolate truffles - variety pack. If not, how about chocolate truffle cake?
I think I must be a Waldorf, because I’m ambivalent;
I don’t know whether I want to be a salad or a dessert.
I am traditional, yet still somehow strange.
I can be nutty, I can be sweet, and I am full of complex and contradictory textures and flavors.
If you don’t know me you would never suspect what I contain, but get to know me and you will come to think of me as a perennial favorite that you crave on special occasions.
Deep-dish pizza, with thick-cut spicy pepperoni, red onions, and plenty of garlic. A familiar form, yet greatly improved due to a little care and effort.
I would be a cucumber. A very sensual looking phallic shaped cucumber. Hopefully, a nice young lady will come along and buy me. It will be love at first site.
Wait a minute; I’ve changed my mind! What if some guy came along? And then wanted to use me for some nefarious recreational purpose? I have definitely changed my mind. I want to be a Pineapple.