For I, too, have succumbed to the reality what you describe is a culinary high in my book. Maybe just a step below M&Ms.
So, I only wish I could share your heavenly misery . . . the pain. . . the agony. . . but worth every shock to your nerve endings. And so I'll punch myself in the gut. . . and, for a moment, live vicariously through your torment.
I think you're referring to that annual affair you've spoken about in the past?
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