And thus, she became my bosom buddy, as we explored the universe together, traversing through mountain regions and wandering lengthy journeys through the harsh desserts, we fell for each other even more by every minute. I longed to be hers. She yearned to be mine. We were transfixed with our infatuation for one another and we both knew that we would die for one another. In Belgium or Honolulu or Timbuktu, our doomsday spot will be forever remembered as an image of love and commitment. Adventures until we perished but in each others arms. Globetrotting until we aged unrecogniseably but wither away in ones clutches. We were inseparable and destined to never be apart. Siamese twins not biologically, but romantically. Attached for the world to see. A symbol of unity that cannot be broken. Love that will exist for centuries in history books.
And that’s how you make a date pie.
Join me next week, as I teach you how to make scones.