After spending hours baking they were ready. The soft smell of my sweet treats teased my nose. The scent lingering, inviting. Topmost layer an incredible shade of amber, they were cracked on the surface, like a dry desert ground. But inside they weren't dry. A satisfactory crunch lingered by my ears as they entered my mouth, only to crumble and melt on the inside, so deliciously tasty that my taste buds tingled. Once bit past the turtle's shell, a silky, fragile intern broken free, a hidden secret revealed. Indescribable pleasure pulsed through me. They were my creation. They were incredible.