Easter weekend. I wasn’t looking for dessert. But there it was, lemon olive oil cake, quietly waiting on the menu like a secret worth discovering. The first bite? Bright. Lemony. Soft like a whisper. And that olive oil? Subtle, but unforgettable. It wasn’t flashy, no towering frosting or over the top garnishes. Just a golden slice with a hint of sunshine and a flavor that knew how to linger. Each bite felt like a warm breeze, a good conversation, a “you had to be there” kind of moment. I didn’t expect a slice of cake to stay with me this long. But here I am, still thinking about it. Would you try it?
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