coffee sponge cake

The train wreck continues today.

Started off okay, with two lattes and a tiny bit of muffin.

Got to the training room late and nobody was there. The trays of muffins and pastries called me over and forced me to take a raisin scone. Scooted back to my desk to quickly check my email (although really, I was just trying to hide the scone); ate half the scone and searched out the team, holed up in a little conference room listening to another endless Darren call.

Back in the training room, I scooped the last cornmeal muffin under the pretense of finding out why Chris is so addicted to them. Ate the top, and covered the rest under a napkin. Got hungry shortly afterwards (that damn sugar spike-crash again) and finished most of it. It really was too much - cakey and a bit undercooked, and painfully sweet; I made myself leave a few bites, which I squashed in the napkin, then tossed into the trash can so I wouldn't be tempted to finish them.

About 45 minutes later, despite the lattes and the half-cup of dreck coffee that morning, and still before noon, I was nodding off in class. I struggled to focus on what was being said.

12:30, class over, I waddle back to my desk, and once more, my best intentions go out the window as I scarf down the second half of the raisin scone, and follow it up by opening the coffee sponge cake I brought to share today. One slice for Alice, half a slice for me. Then the other half. Then another thin slice. I can't get enough of that sweet-salty frosting, and spongy cake.

It's 1:05 now - I'll try to turn things around for the afternoon.